Wednesday, April 11, 2012

As leaves unfurl in the cold air they catch naught but...
Inviolate shards of rain falling from grey swaddled heavens
What a fury is within these drops, but my heart would hear
Only echoes of a Mermaids mirth from forgotten aquatics
Memories brought here on water stolen from the ocean
They transmute within gravity to puncture quisling seams
Deliver a sting of icy water on warm skin veiled in cloth
Would that Easter would now end and the summer begin?
For there is much to do and the year is rising in urgency
And I would finish this obsession now it is so slowly begun