Spring Sojourn

When the earth swells,
     I remember
   puddles and pools,
   rooting and blooming,
  sprouting and swooning.
She plunges into water
   and rises toward the sun,
     sprawling out
among the honeysuckle breeze.


Elizabeth Bohlander Wilson
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Winter Sun

I awake to crisp, white encasement.
Your eyes,
     the blistering slap of cold blue,
          penetrating and awing.
Your smile,
     the sweet brilliancy of yellow,
          ample and brimming.


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Look at You

Plowing through the norm,
   on the edge of raw precipice;
marble-eyed, you grapple
   today in tomorrow’s time,
   clinging to previous lives,
   intentions undone,
   aware of the potential  and unalarmed
   by life;
Ignorant of vile or vice,
   pushing aside the mundane,
   confused by the destitute:
   downtrodden unknown.

You welcome familiar and curious faces,
   rolling and playing in the elation
   you supply;

living in the warmth of love.

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