Renewal ~ Writers Island
OCTOBER 8, 2007
What if...
you woke up one afternoon and found
that It was time...
to drop down into the earth...
and sleep...
like an earth~worm...
curled round itself...
spirit into matter
isn't always easy for me...
sometimes...
it is pure joy,
and purple,
shining like the sun...
or like the new grasses of our meadow...
in the quarter~acre city lot
taking root...
dancing with the wildflowers...
all abandon thrown to the wind...
lush and full of color...
no matter how small...
bearing fruit
of Dogwood Summer into Fall...
before
the Winter rains
and cold
settles in...
like a blanket
covering the world
in deep sleep...
for sometimes...
life is
just rock hard,
like a lump
of clay
broken and full of cracks
waiting...
not always so patiently...
yet dreaming of Spring,
renewal,
and always...
always...
the heart's desire...
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