Step outside where here and there the flowering
Child of the long cold harsh Winter dead
Submits Her playful life to this shower Spring
Rains down upon Her fragrant golden head.
I am She and She is Me.
You are Her and I am You.
The trees sway in the wind.
The branches break and bend.
The coming storm already came and went,
Leaving us here as we are: stripped bare.
A ground unencumbered by adornment
With the deaths of lives playfully unaware.
You spoke to me once of a lush garden
Somehow thriving in a forest overgrown
Where the soil of earth’s heart could not harden
Because we worked that ground with our love alone.
No longer carrying the weight of such dreams
As those, we are free to live now unresolved
And to play with life’s pretty dying things
With the whimsical laughter of love evolved.
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