Aching with Desire
I caught a glimpse of you in shoots of grass and violet flower, the season of rain beginning to thin with glimmers of light through
April 27, 2012
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I caught a glimpse of you in shoots of grass and violet flower, the season of rain beginning to thin with glimmers of light through
The cherry trees softly painted against the first blue of spring raise hope within the earth, their secret wish released from the dark fold of
What must go for this day to be born? Something presses upward from within, grown in the dark and breaking surface, as roots continue down
Along the racing tideline, in the sounds of the forest and the yearning cry of gull, the world seeks its original Self. In the hours
Blue grey water in spring light, awakened by the wind on a gentle southerly course; waves marching gently in a children’s parade without the fury
Looking into the old wood something wants to fall away, like a dead branch in the wind, to let what is new fill the part