Monday, September 26, 2011

Ships of Spring

Bird songs tussle in the nets of wind,
flotsam of oaks, maples,
sycamores and wild cherries.

Wooden waves splintering
over the grassy beaches
of the fields.

A Cardinal’s deep-blue singing
weaving the ships of spring
and shore-less sky,
saying something
about loosing your life
to gain it;

about surrendering
then letting go
over the roiling

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