spring melancholy
spring melancholy
my muse ...
she hides in a forest
under layers of
leaves,
leftover
from winter
not so sure
she wants
to emerge,
yet
compelled
to awaken
by the bright
singing of
sparrow
and siskin
and roots
sucking water
expounding on
spring's
insufferable
cheerfulness
©2009 MaureenShaughnessy
2 comments:
Truly Awesome
I wish I had more words because your poetry and art speak so many to me - yet I can only look and feel - I am without words
I love it, and it speaks to this cusp time of year so eloquently.
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