I almost forgot about my…

I almost forgot about my poem-a-day thing for National Poetry Month. Here's an old one from almost a decade ago. Today was so springy and gardeny, it seems apropos.

Renewal

It has been a long long time since I have known
such delights. Summer's close about us,
with sluggish days that beg for storing sleep. And yet,
a rain-swift rush of blood cries out that it must be spring.
And all the turning leaves and orange blossoms must proclaim
that life, not death, has sovereignty this day.

I am a garden, love, run wild and fertile under your caress.
No gardener could better train these creeping vines
and scattered blooms. So wander in my pathways for awhile,
your fingers tracing waterfalls along a shaking soil.
And we will surge and rush and come again to silence --
there is no sweeter sorcery on this earth.

******
M.A. Mohanraj
September 1994

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