perhaps what unfolds from this stem
is innocence impatient for spring,
petals that brave winter and with
its tongue tastes coldest rain born
from sullen typhoons barging through
coastal doors, unexpectedly, unwelcome
though there is much need for moisture,
much need for rain… the unnecessary
baptism blesses me, revives me, reminds
me that even if there is a deluge ahead,
in time, the water shall subside and all
grass shall return to its former state,
even flowers restored to my mind’s garden
Tag Archives: spring
loneliness
i wish it were your heart
to decipher
distant hieroglyphs disinterred
from tombs of ordinary days,
weeks and months—
to wake you from dormancy;
the stillness of winter should
hear relief in spring,
her cacacophony inside each
rose blooms and utters
ooohs and aaahs beyond their
morning whispers; i listen
for your heartbeat in the air
and translate them into rhythm
whose sound will make sense
of doubt, strengthen what
intuition to enlighten these
solitary nights, this cavern
of my own loneliness
spring
even behind this wall
no tomorrow hides
nor beauty conceal
when your hand recoils
without daring much as
to hold with zeal; how
eager is night to blanket
all this, forget the past
and open before sunset
something new and
untouched as this flower
first encounters spring
© mr gahon 3/21/15