My body aches for Spring winds,
Their tips curled with cotton embers,
Holding just enough of a spark
To thaw the azure April sky.
I love watching that air jitter,
The crystals of swirling snow
Pacified into sleepy puffs
Of sailing Dandelion clocks.
My once bloated, spiked steps
That would crunch and crack
And crumble under my course
Are renewed as thin, mossy lines,
Graceful and unburdened,
And I am able to dance
In the thunder and lightning
Of blossoming beginnings.
In that wind I feel a hope,
So trying doesn’t seem pointless
And I can find myself,
Maybe even dream again.
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I believe all people are bits and pieces, and throughout life we can gather pieces from others or give some of ours away. Some people are only out to take everything they can, while others will give until they have nothing left, but most of us fall in between. And yet there are those people who will defy all logic and simply toss there pieces into the trash, for nobody and nothing at all. I don't know if it's possible to get back those pieces that have been thrown away, but this blog is all about my journey, to try and find out if someone who threw away everything for nothing can find something, or anything at all...I'm just looking for a reason to keep on living.
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