reborn
like Jesus
the birds
the bees
the trees
seeds spread spring
surrounding.
April tweets
sweetly
as I succumb
to this uncertain
surrender
winter has not left me;
the lead cloak of snowy
sadness has branded
me.
I am cocooned in the comfort
of this jacket
strait restraint
harpoons happy at bay
and I float atop
december's last icy island
isolated
as pre summer's sun
scotches my fortress
jesus spring beckons
blindly optimistic
innocence is in the air's
scent
as I too
am forced into
rebirth
