With the daylight break
My heart is near to burst;
In Summer’s glow immersed,
Winter’s madness in my wake.
Mist gathers at my feet,
In swirling, hazy disregard;
But though it batters at my guard
The bird-song forces discrete retreat.
I greet an earth unfurled;
Not a cloud in all the world
To mar the spirits of my morn.
“Just let go,”
I heard the dead man say–
all fire and steel,
this medieval madness in my veins.
Touch the Fire,
watch it burn–
my flourish of steel
can ward the Dragons,
but this feathered sword is nothing to the light.
I could write you off,
but never Time–
ensconced in the moment
I wear it like a shield
to burn the fires out around me.
Still through the swirling smoke–
the fires die,
but the scorches linger.
The black marks on my skin
refuse to go–
I Breathe but I cannot Release
and I am Bound
Forever by the Deed.
If I brave nightmares
The dark will tear asunder—
Silence breaks with dawn.
In honor of the now fully arrived Spring here in Michigan (70s in April? This is a miracle for us), a poem about this beautiful season. I can only hope everyone around me is enjoying the day as well, given all the booze that’s already starting to flow. Final Four Championship today–this place shall be a madhouse. Nevertheless, I give my obligatory shout-out to my fellow Spartans: Go Green!
Anyhow, this poem was composed back in High School, during one of my major poetry bouts:
Look now the snow is fading,
The grape vines now are creeping
And the frogs once more are leaping.
Flowers reach out for the light-
They had put up quite a fight,
Surviving all the winter fright!
Watch the little children playing-
Lovers on the green grass laying
Death’s dark power now decaying.
The sun’s bright light is beaming,
And the choirs take up singing,
As the Poets start their dreaming-
Dreaming of the days long past-
Spring is here at last!