The Second Day of Spring

the second day of spring

old relics from the bygone days

what fire this that burns as eden sings?

the seven stars of light

this hurried world of kindred kind

all things bright

trailing winds more punctual than I.

how many souls have dared such sweet malaise

as we appeased, above all else beyond

where heaven ends

so begins all chapters of our blood

to harvest corn through menadione and dirt

face down as lovers

more curious than dull.

the second day of karma came the spin

the secret spoils of oil that hides within

each wretched curse for all who flower hell.

not from this place of anger unopposed

blue marigold alone above all greed

in darkness shared with all who cannot breathe.

this second day of spring

no side of truth to touch but dare to dream

all that Sunday holds beyond extreme

all things bright

more ominous it seems.