spring
for Louis Fagan and Connor Charles St. Michael
the promise of flowers haunts our future memory
as the true calendar of weather begins to reveal the earth
winter, for all its mirthful snow is a mean bastard of a thing
and we are thankful to see it go
spring is so much more than promise
all things begin, we move forward
out of the cold coma of hibernation
and into the frenzy of a mystic sun
the reborn earth psychedelic with colour and glee
spring is a joyous shout to the gods of immortality
a saintly whisper that allows us to sing
that we are still here and full of hope
that we will continue to love
to bathe in the blue sky green earth splendor
that we choose the flower and the fruit once more
that we cannot and will not forget
the harsh lessons of another winter
but we feel this in our bones
this giant human need to celebrate life
to grow new crops, paint new pictures
to fall in love - mad glorious love
with everyone and everything
that these sentiments are not new is no burden
we are as we have always been
women and men, boys and girls
a living part of a living world
getting another chance
delighted once again
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