Thursday, May 22, 2014

Now is the time


Now is the time
Of sullen winds
And scudding clouds
Glowering in their gloom

This time of surly discontent
When dying leaves
With mob mentality
Congregate to wither and decompose

It is the time
When pools of puddles
Lie in languid disarray
Shallow mirrors of reflecting grey

This time, when love
With thoughtless haste
Comes bursting through
Untimed, unseasonal, insistent

It is the time, when tender shoots
Of quivering hope and love’s anticipation
Burst with rainbow ferocity
On monastic routines

This time when
Sacred rituals of security
Implode with rebellious disarray
And risk winks in invitation

It is the time
This moment,
The unseen second
That invites me


Yes, now is the time

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