Saturday, March 13, 2010


Spring is a restless season,
a time for changes and beginnings,
for cleaning house, for planting garden.

A season for longing, a time to seek
new love, sprouting through the cracks
in our too long sleeping hearts.

How many times can we clean
an empty house, how often plant
to watch our garden wither

in Summer's heat? As many times
as Spring comes, my friends. Just as
many times as Spring comes.

Stephen Brooke ©2010

A bit of semi-free verse I jotted down this morn. And I am in the midst of spring cleaning. :)

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