Grace @ Everyday Amazing
i am caught-
in the tug of war,
between winter's gray
and spring's budding steps-
this month is madness,
twining of beginnings & endings-
red as birthday candles on a cake,
white as a corsage on a friend's funeral-
my hands are frayed,
fragile like bare twigs-
fearful of the hardening that comes
with each fallen leaf, torn limb & broken pinecone-
i pray for rain to wash away dread & shadows,
the sun to melt away the stones
gathering in my heart-
even if snowflakes
drift this morning, i hope
for spring to burst open like a river,
greening the garden, trodden down & bloodless cold-
Posed for: D'verse Poets Pub - Poetics of spring - We are having a little bit of snow this weekend.
and Imaginary Garden for Real Toads - Encouragement
