Bitter Spring

1.

 

This spring is sliding

into squall

that mackerel sky

I drew last night

has puffed its clouds

with rain

the shadows creeping

from the wall

& I am cold & overdone

again.

 

 

2.

 

 

Silver night, new moon hollow

bull frog barks deep throat

owl flight moves towards

invisible.

Dreams have caught me in

their web of splendour

as night compels escape

& I am on the run once more.

 

 

 

3.

 

 

You promise me nothing

I am overjoyed:

you live in your bubble

& overly cry out for me:

 

You know it was meant

& somewhere deep

inside we are tied

across the mighty ocean

 

beneath the turquoise seas

I believe

I believe

you’ll reach out  for me.

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