Tag Archives: seasons

Spring Lies Beneath Death And Distant Light But Yet I Dream

I dream of wild flowers scattered
across summer dresses

and moving rivers shattering afternoon light.

I dream of colour:
the world exploding into sunflowers.

God’s palette
is a sweeping meadow
and girl’s laughter.

I dream of jagged shores breaking waves
from which great symphonies arrive.

The Earth is not dead
beneath all this death.

Come
come closer
you far away light.

Summer Is Coming

Beneath the frozen ground
I can see summer.

I heard it was coming
in the loose gossip
buoyantly floating
around town.

I had a dream
that leaves were climbing
back upon the trees
like little green soldiers.

Soon,
all the birds
will come back
all at once
and the girls
laughing
will break out the
thin loud dresses
from the closet cobwebs.