celebrating the spring that just isn't here yet
Chrysalis
walking off the weight of winter
salt melting
into wounded concrete
rough, unmended
remnants of storms
cast in limestone
frigid winds
unravel
beneath shadows of two-lips
a dusted red breast
of song
glistening facets
of color
spring from
smoke drenched clouds,
a prismatic dance
warmed soil displays
volcanic art
sculpted by earthworms
and flowering ants
molten life blood
erupts into
weightless playtime
Categories: poetry~cyndy 3/2000
posted by Cyndy
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