Tuesday, February 26, 2013

This Year---an old poem made new.

The buds of the magnolia have browned
All at once
Like a half-charged memory growing ill
And withered in the new light

By Sir Frost’s shocking freeze
And the latent echoing
Of his sonorous footfalls
Crushing gestures from Size 12 steel-toe boots

This mere shadow of a bloom heals me
With its smothered vow of surety
And the soft cry of hope within
Its withered frame

As the brown petals meet
The earthy ground
 My own sun-touched arms unfurl 
To greet

The spirited Master Spring as he
Leaps silently forward
Within grassy slippers as delicate
As my own lusty breath.

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