Saturday, October 9, 2010


Thoughts scattered
and blown on the wind.
Rain clouds parted
to puffs of gray
on fringes
of my mind today.

The rain has pattered
flattening crops
of yesterday
leaving chaff and seed
in the rivulets
of my mind.

Once it mattered
that hands were there
to collect and thresh
the offerings of earth
and sky 
and me.

Now, lie battered
twisted and crushed
by floods of time
pushing to pop
the seed for rebirth.

The world lies shattered
seeds left to rot
pushed under clay
forgotten - Not
discontent in thought
of winter's rest

All gathered
'neath hibernation's blanket
to see if renewal
really comes in Spring.


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