Re: Birth ~ a plein air poem for our Spring Equinox

Re: Birth

 

            for our Spring Equinox(es)

 

First breath.

To last breath.

What flows between

is the reveling

and leveling

of living.

The many faces

and found graces

of loving.

The transcendental

moments ~

of great epiphanies,

deep ecstasies,

timeless memories.

The embodiments

of you becoming

even now

ever new,

ever free

to spring.

 

 

Colin Goedecke

on Braidburn Way

Morristown, New Jersey

March 20, 2017