POETRY - PHILOSOPHY


Spring Eternal

Winter’s hibernation, back in the misty land of the Druids
For is it now, a spring budding time after the germination,,
Am I witnessing the first shoots, of a new beginning sprouting.
One lives in hope as always, but do I perceive something, more than
Mere self engendered desire realities, an awakening perhaps.
A stirring of awaiting dormant brethren, a coming together,
Time will tell of course, but I sense that now, is the time for me to focus.