Thursday, March 30, 2006
SpringSeep seep spring into me
Leave the winters of nebraska out of my mind
Let the derw drops resonate and shine
Spring, recreate natural wonder with a tree
Spin up a life-soaked embryo
With roots branching off, down to its knees
Let us not waste so much time
Understand, mother
that the warmth is kind.
Cut the throat of the white winter
spill the blood to fertilize the land
As a ritual of time and fertility
As time runs up the grains of sand
I dig my hands in the earth and pray
that the spring will always come in the end
and though the leaves and people in this town pretend
Let there be spring in the end
Make the useless road diverge
Revoke natural laws
Force and evolution
and emerge
into new life.
Poem for Literature =3
Lino squeezed Panda at 8:28 AM
