Seasons of the Heart

First warmth of spring
I feel as if
I have been asleep

first warmth of spring
under cracking ice
the jawbone of a dog

crocuses
where last week
the snow lay thick

the spring breeze -
the paper flowers also
tremble

into the sea I launch
a piece of driftwood -
with great ceremony!

spring rain
a yellow oil-drum
bobbing down the river

By: Alan Spence

 

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#1 Sharon on 05.13.08 at 11:24 am

Most exquisite imagery…I can read this poem over and over again. Thank-you for posting, Tejvan.

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