to be hummed, with the dawn, in the first dew of spring

Posted on by L.T.L.

Reverberate
With the small blind shoot
That seeks the sun.
Reverberate
With the call of geese
Returning home.
Tune in to cherries
Budding forth, unknowing
Of fragility.
Reverberate
With the heartstrings of the cats
Singing love.
Reverberate
With the fat full moon
Counting time.
Break out and grow
With humble snowdrops
Poised to sing.
Reverberate
with the risen king.

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Published by L.T.L.

i was born in the past century. i tried the living fast, but i failed to die young. from all the choices of study before me, i chose linguistics and languages. i am a stranger here, on this earth, on my way to seek my eternal home.