Saturday, April 10, 2010

A poem for the season

What to do about Spring?

the way the window opens into sunshine

the way the soft air coaxes
all those with wings
into its wafting currents

the way the earthbound pad, lumber,
sniff their way to each other

No matter what kind of a person you are
spring comes to you

in the radiant green surging up
through last year’s mottled grasses
in the rotten leaves fresh
with the fragrance of decay-
the hidden buds of mushrooms

in the clouds billowing
over the western mountains
like dragons full of fire and water

This world is too wild
to care about your crimes

-- too pure
to be stained by thought

Forgive yourself
Sit quietly

Breathe into the charmed air
Let spring’s grace filled arms
hold you while you slowly wake

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