May 25th, 2011

spring

poem: coming june

and all is green and
all is bright and
all is lush and
all is warm--
the afternoons swim slowly into evenings;
the mornings slowly stretch into the day.
(the birds call out their warnings all across the garden,
echo through the trees and in my dreams)
and i look out my window at the garden
and dream of what it will become some day.
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