Sit inside yourself
Peruse in sheer bewilderment
At all the ways beauty has snuck in
Scratch and claw beneath you
Soften, and make way for the new
But be there.
Utterly there.
Pay mind to all you are
All that composes you
And do not mind the dissonance
It is part of you
Do not mind the mismatched meter
Nor the clumsily conjugated and congested colloquialisms
Nor the unbalanced timbre
Nor the imbalanced anything
Do not let spring reverberations
Muddle your mind
Scratch and claw beneath you
In eager awaitment of spring
In scrupulous scraps
In unblinking blunderment
In some ways, you will not see the seeds
Until they expose themselves
Naked and, I guarantee you,
Afraid.
See the beloved greens
The ravishing seedlings
They sprout in enticing hues
In hopes you will be caught unawares
Naked and, foolishly,
Afraid.
Their roots plunge ever deeper
With each passing glance
Helping you swoon and sway
In chilled summer breezes
That numb your fingers
While they warm theirs, all the same
Deep inside you
Quickly, grab firm before dawn
Before the sun encourages and emboldens
Their intoxicating design
And pull
Lest they steal the warmth from you
Leaving you but a husk
Of frozen inadequacies
And shameful, downcast eyes
In rain-puddle reflections
In forecasted dissonance
In forethoughts of a depleted self
It’s beautiful, isn’t it?
This garden of hardy weeds
This muted symphony
This incorrigible springtime
December Rose 