Three poems for spring
.original poetry and photos
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Despite recent goings-on, I have been very much enjoying the beginning of spring. I think we could all use some beauty during a time like this. That which is defunct is recycled and bursts forth with unexpected vigor. Splits are healed, fractures sewn by the aether's humming light.
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Photos taken with iPhone 8+
I.
A world mahogany, silver, and green
without my window breathes;
with just a touch of rose unseen
stirs the verdant spring.
All the wonders I have ever seen
—and ever shall—
embers slowly flickering
behind my mortal pall.
II.
Iron, dance with woodbine;
now stone, waltz anew—
with clover flower, sunshine,
the whole March through.
III.
Radius of metal bone,a fine dust upon
the broken avenue, alone
betwixt the quiet lawn
where I am wheeled by my whim
over old ways, the while
a new seam through long days
the min'ral ivies hem.
Writing and images
by Daniel J. Pendergraft
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Published to STEEM
March 8th, 2020