DAILY 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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