“subsequent vernal”
The green stayed hidden
while the field around it
burned and seeded.
You labelled it winter,
called it a broken clock.
But look at the cortex now—
fully mapped, solid stone,
suddenly split wide
by ancient lightning
finally, bones for weight.
Now the cold makes sense:
it’s an ignition that knows,
watching a slow, wilding thaw—
not a blinded animal in the dark,
but with eyes wide open to the flame.
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Not everything is in plain sight my friend but buried deep
That is so, my friend. That is so ๐๐ป๐๏ธ
most welcome, enjoyed piece
Green goes underground in the winter grass and leaves frost burned seeds dropped. The cortex is solid stone of ice. It is this cold that ignites many life forms. There is something magical about the wording of this piece that I can not put my finger on but it gets a fave
Most appreciated dear friend. The mystery is quite magical indeed. ๐๐ป๐๏ธ
My pleasure
Thereโs a powerful sense of awakening here, where what looked like dormancy or damage is revealed as something gathering strength beneath the surface, until the old structures finally crack and let the fire through. โnot a blinded animal in the dark, / but with eyes wide open to the flameโ is the keeper for me, because it transforms the poemโs emergence from something merely instinctive into a conscious reckoning, a self that no longer fears the fire because it has finally learned to see.
Glad you chose to highlight that, Thomas. The conscious reckoning is something to be gained from and lived. Most satisfying poetic interaction. ๐๐ป๐๏ธ
Good write A. How's that Spring now?!
Showers, lots of ๐ง๏ธ โ๏ธ
And Roll on Spring.
Yes, do! ๐๏ธ๐๐ป
My froend, I love the movement from cold and confusion toward clear sightโฆthe thaw arrives with its eyes open and refuses to apologize for the fire. ๐น๐ค๐๐ฏ๏ธ๐ฆโโฌ
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