Even the clouds know how to
turn water silver
and limn
coldness into light. Spring's
first breath
whispers violet
and chive
while mustard blooms
and daffodils
spread secrets
about yellow. I know
your hands
grow sensuous and craving.
That's the dig dig beckoning
all the ungrown things
turtling
in the earth now stirring.
This life, though,
is only a beginning. Seasons
reiterate
like wild love unfastened.
Back dive, swan forth,
so much leaf and petal
break open seed form.
Still, don't we all fall for it
every year, even harder
as we grow older?
Knowledge
knows nothing.
It never did, but served
only a few men
intent
on making someone listen.
To be full human
there is only ever one lesson, we know.
Lift our mouths up so open
we turn sunlight into song.
With every hunger, churn the earth as one.
Practice patience
through the final frost.
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