when there's clear light we see the trees
the leaves reappearing green in the grey
the warmth of life announcing a spring day
twigs moving slowly in the light breeze
this is what's needed our spirits to please
the definition of noon the gentle sway
no need for solemnity on such a fine day
the signal's for those still down on their knees
duty obliges but its call's not too loud
thought after thought chases elusive word
and meaning escapes as the letters elide
here right now avoiding the future crowd
i look outside seeking the bright young bird
with messages about both hope and pride
22 March 2007
the art of writing
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