IF among the muted universe
that silent sky!
a deepest bluer than all
of your believings
That chasm of Earth’s mouth
opens /as Spring’s flowers
like knowing eyes___
THEN if this is really now
and not a dream dreamed within
lost dreams you are dreaming
lost within the woods of your
youthful forest
a;;ll the green of greenest
may does come.
And the creatures of our world
we fought to depart from
so bigger than birds do sing
a fallen fall leaf is a wing
and the rotten stump a moan
in seasons begotten cold
intellect(by yes as every
new thought no bigger we think)
as a leaf upon a twig knowing
it shall fall in fall.
, wishing , thinking , of
Spring.
When we shall all grown new
thoughts.
:: 03.21.2024 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 