Lent 15
It is a sight to see
A last cold day in winter
Green is trying
To work its way through
It only looks like moss and lichen
Now
In the south, it’s autumn passing
I think I’d have to be there
Really to get it
Such is my brevity of sight
Only used to sensing northern climes
I don’t live in a desert world, either
I’d be just as likely to romanticize
Though it must be hard
to live a metaphor
When it strikes the covered face,
Threatening to upend
A breathing life
The world is extraordinary
Our world
It’s hard, it’s soft
It gives, it takes away
It inaugurates
It keeps away for good
A mean game
Except that it’s not meant
What we shall have here
What gained, what lost
Anything ponderous
Or discrete
Anything at all
C L Couch
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