winds bend the trees
cracking elderly timber
youth comes into its own
(originally posted October 2013)
winds bend the trees
cracking elderly timber
youth comes into its own
(originally posted October 2013)
(After Wordsworth’s “Splendour in the Grass”)
spring delayed
suits my mood
not yet ready
to take on
renewal
too old
too depleted
to face
starting over
but not even
stubborn old men
can intimidate time
spring will come
change the winter
to water
send it running
down cheeks
of my mountain
swelling streams
of my years
adding rush
to the rapids
of rivers
en route to
oblivious seas
an unstoppable flow
under force of
ambivalent gravity
pulling on me
taking with it
the stones
of my yesterdays
life as I lived it
my season
of splendor
at one with
immaculate
pine scented snow
cold in her corm
beginning to stir
beneath blankets
receding returning
their lifeblood
to saturate soils
enabling her
late winter
morning ablutions
she reaches her
slender green arms
her petite purple hands
in envigoring stretch
overhead till they
burst through the
membrane of seasons
to clutch the brisk air
full awake and alive
mute announcement
that spring is about
to arrive that it’s time
every lifeform prepare
to refresh itself
making the most
of this calendar gift
of renewal the
chance to start over
and better than ever
sluggish eruptions of blood
over four billion years
molten plasma exudes
onto valley and plain
flows and folds form new
features of resurgent skin
put new face to the world
yet the old one remains
subterranean sleeping
beneath barren caverns
and black basalt scoria
patient geology fixed for
enduring erosions of eons
exposed by time’s blessing
to once again bask in the sun
feel the wind and the rain
hear the roar and the whisper
of newly born creatures
and restart the story another
new chance in long series of
chances to get it all right
this time once and for all
leaf and life
are awakening
sweeten the air
breathing color
back into the
grassblades so
suddenly lush
we are heirs
to this gift of
renewal this
summerbound
chance for new
courses to essay
contentment
inhabit the storm
give your voice
to the thunder
become the force
God had in mind
when He started
it all with a bang
it’s your world
use your power
electrify life blow
away old mistakes
build it new
build it right
build it clean
winds bend the trees
cracking elderly timber
youth comes into its own
Writer Lynne Sargent
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