A Spring Duet

Spring - a releasing "It is a clear gain to sacrifice pleasure in order to avoid pain" - Schopenhauer Let them go the small and the narrow the lost beams of light our past supports our stars let them fade like snow on the far side of a hill as it faintly stirs as the spring skies open and the birds come back singing tales in praise of Africa and wearing waistcoats the colours of Spain let them go to return as we do to our place in time as changed as the wind but the same as the day we were born and the day we die let them fly along with hope alongside memory let it slide into a sunset slipping over to the other side gracefully and quietly as owls let them go like rain like scars like the animals left alive cursing in pain at dawn be still be delicate by night stay warm and bright hold tight and let them go Spring - a forgetting The light is cool in spring slowly it is coming back to me its delicate advancing wipes the memory of winter as green begins to brush the tips of trees and buzzards grow in size as young rabbits learn to run and turn like flies in the wind how to split and scatter as the evening light on the water waves and ripples and refracts before my eyes it's all returning the sunsets the cheeky moonrise the uprising of birds in the crisp dawn flowering the airborne kiss of a stolen morning the soft unclasping of the fingers and a glow of hands the warm circling of times unwinding on wet sand the distant wisp of a waning cloud on a modest hill from a forest clearing the cold still air behind us a fall a forgetting