Saturday, May 12, 2007

The ground opens up
soft and rich, the black earth
blankets the future.
There is a cold settling in,
the
great grey sky offers a little drop of rain.
The great Flood started with one drop
the ground drank up all the tears.

Dust to dust...
Dust to dust...

There is the blanket
of slow sleep,
the hibernation of old soul
that lives dormant waiting
for another Spring,
the great and final thaw.

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