#1034788 added July 8, 2022 at 1:26pm Restrictions: None
Packed
Snow packs tight beneath black tread
of boots silent on solid ground,
hiding mysteries lost since frost.
Memory scrunched in passing nights,
blanketed unending before spring erupts.
Flat bodies rise, as small, green
missile silos, spearing soft spaces
receding. Greet my smile.
Bright faith bathes a light jacket,
reminds of eternal promise.
Though, I still don’t know within renewal
how to count off these thin seasons.
Perhaps, I’ll watch from bay window
tides of time flow before eyes blind,
no longer yearn to see what I’m missing.
7.6.22
Turned this on late storms, plants battle back…but as humans we spoil away as we age, lacking purpose, renewal.
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