Current Spring's Ceremony Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Twined by fingers of lost
Passion that never came
Into its spilling tossed
Through every smoke and flame
Feverish dreams go by
Flitting the ways of smoke
Wrenching its roots to dry
In its beginning choke

Transparent water dropping
Stretching through earth's plain
Circling tracking chopping
After the rainfall's drain
Disperse gathers like frames
Within the walks through
Existence of past reclaims
Making it once again new

Life to the living observe
Bearing its fruit's testimony
With each fresh life’s nerve
Of current spring's ceremony


(From earth’s whispers …)