what we depend on may not be always clear
we don't think of it as new nor yet as old
we don't think of the season as warm or cold
we see the smoke curling up in the bright air
we've come so far and now we see the year
turn into spring for now we're being told
that winter's done that now we may be bold
cast off our coats and with them all our fear
the lights in the distance mark another road
the spaces we have left may now expand
there's nothing we desire that we can't do
the message comes in clear and not in code
the tools we'll need come readily to hand
life sends its message it's time now to renew
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
21 March 2007
new leaves new life
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