AT THE SPRING

Winter Bud, w.c. 2019

                                                    AT THE SPRING

                                                      At the end
                                                      of every branch
                                                      now a fisted bud
                                                      of everything
                                                      that might be                                                  
                                                      coiled, wrapped
                                                      a knot
                                                      we too
                                                      or something within
                                                      us, deep and clinched
                                                      the grip
                                                      of things to come
                                                      to pass and even
                                                      to end once more
                                                      again.


        
                                                               ©Laurence Holden, 2014