Saturday, May 30, 2009

Alive

Countless days of 80 degree weather and pristine, blue skies. It is summer, at last. I only wish the school year understood...


Alive

The buds have burst upon the branch,
the birds returned to nest,
the sun has woken from the east
and carried to the west,

the frost has built a fluent home
beyond the sandy shore,
the wind is whispering a song
that flows without a score,

the clouds have split apart a shroud
to bare a spotless blue,
and we have risen from the dead
to see all things anew.

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