Saturday, May 23, 2009

Spring Comes, The Wind Comes

Spring comes, the wind comes

To rustle and heave,

Uproot little shoots

That Spring whispers into life


Sprouting and flowering,

Raptures in all colours,

Sunworshippers, soildwellers

Sing praises on spindly legs

Bending and breaking

In the wind that comes

When spring comes


The wind to remind

That the sunshine is but

Here now, scattered soon

By bullying clouds

Those friends of winter

And autumn that wears hues

Of steel, iron, aluminium


The light of spring is no metal

It is the wing of a butterfly

Blink and it flutters away


The sunshine scatters

Like fey green dreams

In the wind that comes,

With the clouds it brings

When Spring comes

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