Returning to My Springtime Home
Some animals liberate days, and then many
nights, lazily grazing, playing in sweet soft greenery
of spring, in its bright bottled kaleidoscopes of
youth, bravery in numbers, and the musty smells of love,
while dancing in circular patterns enjoying
these pungent scents of spring. Stood there in patterns, stretching
as high as I could lift my weary head towards
sky, in a prayer to heavens, my spirit moved upwards
thanking all the playing, singing, and arranging
being made by mystic alterations of self, freeing
my hands from winters shackles, being able to
run for the first time in six years as fast as one can move
in any direction, but mostly up the wind
swept gravel driveway that took each footstep softly to mend
mild disturbances of stone under my callous toes.
Softly climbing as if not moving, in a still photo
graph of deer sitting silently at smooth sides of
a sunlit pool dipping their tongues in the newly thawed love
of living, that the deer remembered from their child
hoods. Returning to my springtime, home, to mend severed ties.
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Jaimie, this is a beautiful rendition of what it is like to return home and become one with Nature again. May you always walk in beauty and harmony.
Nicely penned with some great original phrasing and imagery. Well done Jaimie.
Nice job, Jaime. You bring to life many a picture here. Thank you for sharing this one with us.