The Morning Branches
hold their breath
as
Winter waits for Spring.
Molecules and atoms sing,
Skeleton-finger twigs
twiggle in the morning air.
Asking:
"Spring, are you here? There? Anywhere?"
Silence shocks hope to ice.
Mountainless shadows
think twice
Until the stillness breathes a
future golden, dreaming:
A million shimmering green,
Leaves flash brilliant
under sunshine,
in the slender imagination
of the (pretending to be) sullen
Morning Branches.
Yes, they look:
Austere, stoic, sentinel...
Not inactive!
In faith, they listen
to the voices
of those fallen to the Earth.
Elegant in slumber, they speak:
"patience"
Whispered in a slice of wind
Across the brittle sleepers
and above, enbranched, uplifted,
Everyone smiles.
Asking:
"Spring, are you here? There? Anywhere?"
Silence shocks hope to ice.
Mountainless shadows
think twice
Until the stillness breathes a
future golden, dreaming:
A million shimmering green,
Leaves flash brilliant
under sunshine,
in the slender imagination
of the (pretending to be) sullen
Morning Branches.
Yes, they look:
Austere, stoic, sentinel...
Not inactive!
In faith, they listen
to the voices
of those fallen to the Earth.
"patience"
Whispered in a slice of wind
Across the brittle sleepers
and above, enbranched, uplifted,
Everyone smiles.
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