Exhalation
Tonight I opened
the window,
stepped out,
onto the terrace,
and heard the last
of day and life,
passing in the climb
and rush
of a car,
as it struggled
up the hill,
coughing,
spluttering poison
into the fragrant
mournful evening air,
I turned back
away from sadness,
to the twilit garden,
the path of light
to spring,
looked up
to an Easter moon,
and higher still
to the stars
of early evening,
for I saw
a net of light
and myths
upon the velvet
blue of heaven’s sky,
the moon rose
softly, a bubble
of reflecting starlight,
with a smile,
a face of wonder,
the trees stood
in silhouetted silence,
the wind, soft
across the meadows,
as I heard
the springtime call
and cry,
for there was
a ripple,
of something moving,
a shadow,
a wraith,
a spirit, over
and then upon,
the silver stone
and glass,
I felt a peace fall
across the garden,
the orchards,
the sleeping dreams
of blossom
and flowers,
as Spring stretched
awakened from sleep
winter whispered
once and left
a brief farewell
at last, to all.
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