Wednesday, March 30, 2011

The silence of the daffodils

In the silence of the daffodils,
their golden heads bowed down
with the weight of a late spring snow
I hear the ache in your voice;
a mother's sadness
a child's cry in the night
the soldier's loneliness
as he watches in the darkness
dreading every shadow --
when will this numbing coldness
dissipate; when will the soul
awake and bloom
without this palpable constriction?

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