Monday, May 7, 2012

Poem by Thom Hart

May 4th

The fresh green bubbles up like
a spring
and leaves lap at the
quivering with unrestrained
and the sun breaks through,
blades of grass arch
their backs

rock sponges up the warmth
shadows offer themselves,
sweet shade

May is spring here,
a bubbling of life,
and green,
and heat.

I stretch,
my frozen bones creak
and groan,
soon I will be
young and agile once more,
as the land
breathes in the first
days of summer.

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