because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse

metaphor for the middle of May

although near sunset i walk
the same barefoot circles
round the same gravel despair,
morning finds me
prying last autumn’s leaf fall
from the damp spring earth,
letting the soil breathe a
chance for the emergence of
new green.

7 responses

  1. i love spring. this poem proves it.

    thanks for sharing.

    May 18, 2010 at 2:11 pm

  2. Beautifully done, Poet!

    May 18, 2010 at 4:31 pm

    • thanks, ray. always a pleasure to hear from you.

      –jsl

      May 26, 2010 at 11:56 am

  3. I opened your site and beheld the oh-so-beautiful photo — it has an ‘around-me’ feel, rather than ‘above.’ It makes me breathe, as you let the ground breathe in your poem. 🙂

    May 19, 2010 at 2:48 pm

    • thanks, S.L. it was kind of a plunge to step out and use a photoblog theme, but i’m ultimately very happy with the result. glad you like it.

      –jsl

      May 26, 2010 at 11:56 am

  4. tis a hard recovery
    from that which is ne’er recovered

    May 25, 2010 at 10:20 pm

    • indeed. don’t know why ozy, but your comments out of everyone’s keep getting kicked to the spam bucket. do you have some deep ulterior motive to sell me insurance or enlarge my penis?? lol

      –jsl

      May 26, 2010 at 11:58 am

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