Rain sweet rain sweet rain
coaxing crocus from slumber
when may I see you?
At age 14 as a freshman a most critical event occurred. I was introduced to stream of consciousness as a way of writing...and what I had been doing all my writing life was supremely impacted. A day does not go by that I do not write...some thing of prose, poetry, correspondance and commentary. I am what? druid? woman? mother? lover? a drop in the ocean? all of the above. All rights reserved. Copyright 2005 Deborah Drake.
Showing posts with label spring. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spring. Show all posts
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
come, spring, come
Robins and starlings
in flight and in song confirm
and insist Spring arrive!
Commence, this moment
burst forth and unfold young leaves
Reveal your deep green
I am done with chill
bones in need of warmth rebel
I stay in bed too long
in flight and in song confirm
and insist Spring arrive!
Commence, this moment
burst forth and unfold young leaves
Reveal your deep green
I am done with chill
bones in need of warmth rebel
I stay in bed too long
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