Saturday, March 24, 2012

the truth

there's something in the smeared reflection of trees that seems somehow more truthful to them
than the gaunt leafless spindly bodies that scratch against the sky
and are even now absorbing the heat of a premature summer day
that's thawing their sweet lifeblood
and drawing out the buds of their becoming


R. Burnett Baker said...

"...drawing out the buds of their becoming" is such a powerful line but also a sweet sentiment for us humans as it encourages our nature of nurture....

John Romeo Alpha said...

I thrill at the early spring warmth, but look at the plants and trees confused response, and think, "too early, too early."

Richard Jesse Watson said...

I will be pondering your phrase, " buds of becoming..." for a long time. Beautiful, Steven.