An absurd explosion comes Spring.
Waking violently from her primal sleep.
Forcing everything out from its decay.
Into the burning flash.
Suddenly there is communication
The air conducts in our favor.
No two blades of grass alike.
No souls to occupy the same space.
Deep deep beneath the winters’ woe
I managed to stay warm
The thought of Spring ignited hope.
Desperation turns to solar flares.
Incantations are new to be heard
Floating up from waking spirits.
A loving denouement cascades
The formula is tested once again
And once again chaos fails.
The blessed circle is closed
Overlapping with sameness
Infinitely growing new.