Sunday, June 28, 2015

Fresh: a poem about new life

watercolor by Barbara Spring


A newborn spotted fawn
stands near beech roots in the dawn
two pink ears glow in the sun
two dark eyes shine bright
fresh new life begun.

Gold aster radiant as the sun
Spinning life dancing—
Sweet singing life surrounds us
Wet grasses of greens and golds

Two midnight black crows
perch on a tomb stone
then take flight.
Life death we walk between
The living we see and lives unseen.

                                                          --Barbara Spring 

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