The weather must have been much more like Spring in 2002 when this was written.
Today is one of those days
when you know you will live forever.
The Goddess awakens, thrusting green fingers
through last year’s decay.
Twigs unfold leaves, tiny wings
green flames bright with life.
Just beyond reach, birdsong
threads the lambent sky with joy.
The sun rests on the horizon
like a newlaid egg
full, full, full of promises
and no regrets.
Awakened by the seasalt air
my adamantine soul
imperishable as the universe
warms and grows a little
and I know that I will live forever.
This poem is beautiful and perfect in every way. I loved your use of imagery, and your choice of words (“lambent”, “adamantine”) and placement of them. I’ll have to revisit this page often just so I can read it again… Looking forward to seeing it published elsewhere, too!
Awww, thanks…. Please note I’ve managed to post as I resolved I would, but I don’t seem to be coming up with new thoughts. Maybe when summer comes?