January 18, 2021

 

Verdure of Spring

 
 
 

Verdure of Spring

Dead leaves from autumn;
passim about the meadows.
Behind I'm filled with gratitude;
Forward, I am filled with vision.
Upwards, I'm filled with strength;
Within, I'm now filled with peace.

As the trees accept all seasons;
accept your suffering with grace.
Sunny days will help you bloom;
stormy days keep you resilient.
In our final act and last breath;
we were ignorance personified.

Humanity intoxicated with an idea;
that love, only love could survive;
heal our starved, cherished hearts;
mend a self-righteous brokenness;
Bind our risqué lustful domination;
left bleeding on thorns in rose petals.






Article © Ken Allan Dronsfield. All rights reserved.
Published on 2021-01-11
Image(s) © Sand Pilarski. All rights reserved.


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