February 13, 2020

• forever spring

  

  poetry --
  it feels like my home country,
  where the river is a belt of brocade
  with the rare scent
  of a broken willow twig

  my garden wilts in loneliness,
  overrun by weeds
  covered with dark shadows
  and loitering snow

  but here i touch the grass gently, lovingly,
  as i would the curve of my lover's cheek
  all my love and all my hope
  i press into this page

  where i can find spring
  in any season.  here the sun
  dispels the darkness
  and brings awakening

  in a poem it can be forever spring

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