Wednesday, April 17, 2024

Springsong [biogenerated poem]

 The birds levy their crescendo against

The breeze through the trees

The sun bakes every note in warmth

I breathe 

This is when life expands

Our thoughts turn outward

Back on the world

All of winter pressed us in

Made our eyes shallow

Made it hurt to feel

Now our skin 

meets the day enthusiastically

As if God himself were looking

Through our eyes

And there is no judgment

Only the sensation of day

Gleaming brightly 

& promising the impossibility

Of silence


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