on spring

 

who knows which hour it starts,
which minute, rhyme or reason.
breaking of rules,        our hearts
open.                         split a season.

on spring,                 slight chance,
light            or prayers can change.
sons      move in a prouder stance,
yet others rage.

black bird sings   early
the same bird calls late.
sense that nearby
one year came straight.
spring slides. the
moon draws tides.

 

sbm.

 

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7 thoughts on “on spring

  1. Beautifully expressed. I like how you connect the coming of the new season with the uncertainty of the hour, the breaking of rules, the same doubts about the sons growing up (spring and offsprings in their youth showing different behavior patterns that always come as a surprise) and the rest of nature (black bird singing, the tides of the moon and the completion of a new cycle of seasons). The musical choice of words and rhymes makes the whole poem flow as the cycle of nature. Lovely!

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