Friday, March 20, 2009

In The Air


Good Friday morning to all. We've had a couple of days of warmth here in the East. A harbinger of what's to come and spring always brings out my muse.

In The Air
© 2009 Rolland G. Smith


The ache of spring is in the air
Despite the chill of winter’s fare.
I see it in the buds of trees
Whose pokes from ‘neath the twigs do please.

For me a sadness in each spring
When birth and growth cannot re-bring
The energy of parted souls
Whose lives we shared with gentle strolls.

But then I know, I truly know
Life’s light forever keeps its glow,
for when complete, form goes away
And spirit laughs and plays the play.

We who stay must understand
That short or long life’s ever grand,
And ceases not despite the shift
of back and fourth in cosmic drift.

But back to spring and its rebirth
With life profound from sentient earth.
Both warmth and light do bright the stage
Releasing all from winter’s cage.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

That's beautiful. !!

 
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