the promise of Spring leaps out today,
grabbing your hand, pulling
you up out of a very long, dark story
that has been hanging around your neck
for far too long,
a sad, mournful tale,
the sounds of wail, not of song,
and I just want to take it out
to the front porch
and shake it, freeing you once again,
and watch the tiny pieces
of broken dreams fall to the ground,
themselves into a new vision,
something that makes those
sparkle and electrify;
a new promise just for you,
one that will ring not just lovely,
but will always ring true,
even when Spring has finished its
happy, sunny little dance;
that's pretty much
all I wish for you.
March 7, 2009, for Tasha.
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