Thresholds

In spring, the imagination rises unbidden,
Called by heat and rain
And the unforgiven.

Green eyes follow lush stems, twirled and budded
Filled with old stories
Held back in the long cold
And silent fear.

Air, colored in birdsong,
Heralds the luxe life
Beyond that endured without light,
Beyond the unlived life.

Absolve tired dreams
Yearning ‘what if,’
Forgive the grey skin,
Invite the bloom,
Call the imaginal unknown,
Fragile frontier between hell and paradise.
Bend to Grace.

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