Monday, February 23, 2009

Violent Dreams of Spring

Late winter is a
desperate time when warm and
dry is but a dream

I want to feel pine
needles beneath my feet not
dirty months old ice

enough with the dark
and quiet contemplation
I want brainless bright

I want sleeping seeds
to wake the hell up and tear
the cold ground apart


  1. Yay! I love this poem. Well done!

  2. Thanks Melissa. I am enjoying your blog so much!