Kurt Philip Behm

Rebirth

“Messages,

trapped in the wind

 

Words,

burrow deeply within

 

Voices,

emerge from the past

 

Memories,

and dreams overcast”

 

Leaves fall,

branches reach for the sky

 

Winter clouds gather,

snow starts to fly

 

Furloughed—the seeds

march distant and free

 

The season long,

its transients flee

 

Vision impaired,

past futures to fade

 

Acceptance—rejection,

a choice to be made

 

The first Nightingale sings,

its call from beyond

 

A feeling unfreezes,

old words to a song

 

The hills begin thawing,

new tracks to reveal

 

Salvation once promised,

no longer concealed

 

Winds from the west,

bring rebirth and enthrall

 

The sun melting lies,

—and winter recalled

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

Comments2

  • Dillan Courtright

    Great thoughts, diverse vocabulary, awesome structuring. This is quite the unique piece and I enjoyed greatly.

  • Kurt Philip Behm

    That means a lot, Dillan.

    Thanks again.

    Kurt



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