Saturday, April 04, 2009

bluebells



spring's painful loveliness splinters
the dry
sticky dark


softly insinuates betwixt the cracks of winter
charming its forceful gentleness into the heart of things

audacious
unstoppable
predictable and quiet


wiggles and stretches uncurling inchoate

half born




brashly and tentative
slowly rushing and stamps its way breath held


or is it my breath?

held
laid
resting.


brave
fool-hardy
exquisitely frangibly tough

the bluebells break my heart