Spring On The Marsh Poem by cahen thrips
Spring On The Marsh
north winds breathe far scents
of arctic homelands -
brent geese are restless
soon they'll be going
taking flight on urgent wings
leaving fields empty
yet my love will stay
neither swayed nor wearied
by fickle seasons
but below the earth
in peace as ascending suns
bring warmth to her soil
she'll be born again
not from a maternal womb
but in the first leaf
February 2023
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