Found
Blue ice has meltedwinter storms long departed
a world of possibilities
within this grasp
Depression seems transparent
explosive greenery everywhere
be aware and see
clear away the fogginess and believe
Cycling emotions with the seasons
writing feverishly for various reasons
this goes beyond the obvious
alone, yet gracefully skipping stones
In touch with these wild surroundings
listening to impromptu symphonies
a cacophony of cackling Starlings
somehow the grace of God has found me
mathiasthom
written 3/21/12
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