The Deep Within

Tulips edge the cornerstone
Grass is growing green again
Sweater on my shoulders sit
Unfurling leaves on trees amidst
The spring showers will fall

Birds sing random haikus
Often heard across the lawn
Dandelions laugh at order
Promising a sea of gold
I don’t mind at all

No, the heart revives, it always does
The eyes will have their turtledove
It’s written in our porous skin
The sleeve that holds the deep within

Sundays I don’t go to church
One day trees will tell their tale
Apples fall to the seeker
Hand to mouth and fruit to cheek
As natural as the day

None the wiser for the taking
Nature holds us in suspense
Ages spent in solitary
Yield the human melancholy
Is this all there is?

No, the heart revives, it always does
The eyes will have their turtledove
It’s written in our porous skin
The sleeve that holds the deep within

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