Sunday, September 7, 2008

Spring Soil

turn up your brow, raise up your eyes
the sunset sky's on fire with dusk nigh
bathe in and drink down it's golden glow
place low beneath spring soil your sorrow
toil with care, water it and watch it grow
and as you kindly nurture it you'll notice
that your previous season's sad, sullen tone
now wisely and timely and fertile sown
won't take long to turn and burst to show
itself as a beautiful, budding new beginning
a sign of the cycle of love, loss and living

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