Monday, February 22, 2016

come

it may
not
seem like it

but i'm with him

be fooled by appearances
be blind to truth
tempted by
my strength to think i am other than
what you know

but i'm with him

ice melts
the river runs
cranes they come
flannel against skin
becomes more than i can bare
hold fast

always believed life would
bloom
buckets of fullness
richness unfurled
particles of brilliance
even in separation
even in darkness

i'm with him

waiting for the next hurrah!!
waiting for crocus to burst
content in the chaos
blessed by magic

i'm with him


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