After long winter
the spring - revelation,
a gift of heaven…
After long drought
the rain feels like
first baby tears,
the fear of breath...
After decade of
impregnable veil
when walls fall
the hot air
embraces the
vacuum…
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There always seems to be a light, just takes a while sometimes
ReplyDeletei feel the relief in this...winter come to close....and new life awakening in you
ReplyDeletethose are gifts indeed... and just what is needed then it that very moment... feels good
ReplyDeleteThe veiled perceptions do come through in your words. Like “fear of breath”….
ReplyDeleteThis is nice. I especially like 'rain like baby tears.' That seems to me to be the gentlest of rains!
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of spring as "revelation, a gift of heaven". That is how it feels.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful imagery in your poem, humbird. My favorite stanza is the second one.
ReplyDeleteI like how you're using different aspects of time to the same resolution.. a day of bliss.
ReplyDeleteThank God for grace that sometimes arrives in time. We can all use a very good day.
ReplyDeleteI love the opening verses, spring as gift from heaven ~ Thank you for the lovely write ~
ReplyDeleteA change of season which brings rain is always welcome.
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