
Solitude of Spring
Quiet sun among frosty pebbles
Tenderly bursting on the edge of heat
Rain clouds gather dust to them
Dulling my sight
Over time you transform stone to garden
And like the season,
you leave when the bees have feasted
But in the dandelion, you remain
until with no thought
I mix my breath with wind
To let seeds and sins become...
wishes pax vobiscum in the reverie of spring
Clare L Rolfe © 2022
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