Sunday, May 3, 2015

one week after: what I will do today

walk soft lawn
of greening
blades pushing up into
gusty air warmed
by sun in May

gaze new leaves
unfurling bare branches
a billion births

unscrew valve and
let black oil of old year
steady stream out of mower
and add
a new golden year

listen to birds
sing a mozartian welcome
to this   this
so new and familiar

don’t block out
memories of mother
planting in May
garden of love

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