Ante April

[e_dog]

T.S. Elliot was wrong:
it's March.

Spring arrives as an illusion
that the winter is over,
but those brief moments in the sun
etch perennial memories.

We should have learned this
in school while hearing tales
of Camelot and the Cross:
every beautiful thing is bound
for desecration.

The heart is fragile flower.





(reposted from the Jam session.)

[judih]

the heart blooms in the presence of love
it expands and leaks
crying at movies,
sudden childish grins
and distant phone calls at unexpected moments

the heart fades in the absence of love
it contracts and shrivels
sneering at romance
avoiding playgrounds and toystores
and pulling the plug from the cordless
so that nevermore will there be intimate moments

[e_dog]

"i thought i saw you
on the street
the other day;
you had a new umbrella
and your hair was lighter
and your coat
was missing its design.
i called out your name,
and when you didn't hear
i ran in your direction
and of course
it wasn't you."

[mousey1]

Yes, well, illusion or not I welcome it...

come on spring!

Love all this writing!

Hope springs eternal

Spring hopes eternal.....

[e_dog]

eternal springs hope




to be oceans