20 March, 2016

Another Clumsy Ode to Spring

When I see you
I am reminded of love
Violet, strange

Winter obsidian melts
Flowers are bees’ chants,
devouring rain

With strange, silken love
chanted by birds
We are always time-traveling

Southerners sing
I am reminded of love
Violet, hoary

This great bloom breaks
melted notions, hidden
among green spirits

Winds from space
move forward to watch
violet blooms
Chants echo, feeding worms
when I see you
and we travel through time

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