“REVELATION”
Springtime.
The time of freshness.
New shoots.
Rebirth.
Saying goodbye
to the deadness of winter
of creaking browns and greys.
A time when it is difficult to discern
the living from the dead.
Springtime.
The time of revelation.
Saying hello to
old branches
fallen
tree trunks
leaning
ash late in leaf,
but only so far
it’s dead ends
visible
now
showing up
against the green.
Springtime
when the dead of winter
remains
and the sick old growth
cannot greet the new.
We only see it now.
“PUSSY WILLOW”
I’m looking at them now
the fluffy flowers
contrasting cream against
the blue of the sky
pussy-willow
in all its glory,
alive with bees
standing in line
each waiting
her turn
to fill
her baskets with pollen.
But time passes
and soon leaves will form
and the flowers
turn to seed
gossamer
parachutes
flying away
in search of pastures new
only to be reborn
in a shape
that can’t ever forget
its past.
“BORN AGAIN”
The darkness seems complete
but I know that nothing ever is
and I’m ready for the birth of a new day.
Ready for a pink dawn to rise and break.
Ready for the light to take over.
Ready for the day to be born again.
And I shall follow the road towards the light,
and this time I’ll leave the dark behind.
I won’t let it follow me.
I’ll catch the light
and hold on to it and
not let it break
again.
This time
the day and I
will both be reborn.
I think we will.
I know it!
Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places, and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy, and reality. She was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud 'War Poetry for Today' competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net, and a Rhysling Award. Her poetry has appeared in many publications including: Consequence Journal, Firewords, Capsule Stories, Gyroscope Review, Blue Pepper and So It Goes.
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