Suppose

[joel]

Suppose your iris blooms—its tendency’s
to open green and late in winter like
the lawn that yawns like crocuses through snow—
suppose you take advantage of the spring
and start to ponder shapes your heart perceives
before they’re clear, the way horizons form
at dawn when colors differentiate
at first, the way new mornings satiate
your former curiosities and storm
your skies with such a force it leaves
you absolutely awed and silent: bring
me into focus. Look at me. Bestow
me with a portion of the gaze that I
conceive to give to you; and love me, please.

[saw]

sometimes just a portion is enough to invigorate, restore hope and faith...
recharge the alkalines......spring is a good metaphor for leaping into action, for using the warmth of the hibernating sun, to get inspired.....I like it !

[dadio]

1st class fruit from my favourite poet.