[Every Monday (until I run out of them), I’m posting a poem of mine that has fallen out from the submission process for some reason. In most cases, it will be one where I’ve received no response to my submission for at well over a year or more. Maybe the magazine I submitted them to has folded, the submission was lost in the post, or whatever. So, these poems can be seen as lost, orphans, of uncertain status, or something like that.]
These poems are also posted to ABCTales.
Spring Morning
I can see how it will happen
on some new spring morning
when the day is eager to begin
in sharp sunshine and birdsong.
The way you rise up, naked and free
to taste the sun on the bright air
from a flung-open window.
a whole world of tumbling children
deep inside your outstretched arms.
Gathering all this up together
to throw it out over green grass,
where laughter and loud games
will set this world turning once again.
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