Sunday, November 22, 2009

We are getting old, but do we have think about it in advance?

The Blindness of Spring

We grow like the scent
of  gardens in soft rain,
in sweet perpetual increase.

We revel in sunlight
refuse to contemplate the dark,
view winter premonition
with aloof disdain.

This is a poem layout from my old Metaphoratorium website and it lived on several versions of my websites dating from around 1998 or so.....  --Mistryel (Mar) Walker