Now in the brilliant afternoon
the leaves are shrugging off the morning hail
and bracing for evening frost.
Now in the lucid air of spring
winter's sleet and snow and rain are memories
and drought hasn't come.
Now in the moment of pause
caught between turbulent ages of history
and onrushing futures--
the world hovers on the axis
of a sip of breath.
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Sunday, April 06, 2008
Moment of Pause
Labels:
free verse,
poetry
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