Sunday, 6 April 2014

Westerlies

The wind is kissing the bamboo chimes
All nuzzles and rhythmic whispers
A wave of snow still blankets the yard
The other day, a butterfly
Defiant and flittering
Close your eyes
Listen
The boughs are buoyant
The limbs are restless
Knocking down the doors connecting heart chambers
A little coil of spring


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