.
at the beginning
it all repeats
spring
spring
in your hands dust
and pollen both
alive and dead
surprise me
to hear the first
bumblebee
.
we take off our seatbelts and merge
.
.
at the beginning
it all repeats
spring
spring
in your hands dust
and pollen both
alive and dead
surprise me
to hear the first
bumblebee
.
we take off our seatbelts and merge
.
Life is full of surprises –
and yet…
graceful and moving – a great set of them!
both alive and dead… what a great insight…. The I that is me arises from the I that was me….
You’ve got so much packed into this post it will take a bit to ponder….Thanks a million because I’ve been so busy not time to write… this post of yours should get me off on a couple of tracks it’s so pregnant with openings into new paths… 🙂
The “spring” of “winter”…. that’s the new beginning for me at this time… the spring you talk about will be something beyond marvelous for me, I’ll tell you
Thanks all for your appreciation…