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.
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