Spring

Tonight, sky-falls of petals fleck my garden’s rooms,
while blooms of Magnolia spill from writhing wombs.
Call up the hyacinths, trumpet lilies to their fields.
Spark iris flashes where bulbs have split their seals.
Match the embers springing from the axe-split flame.
Winter falls transmogrified on blades thrused up by rain.


G W Sisk

March 2013

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