Tuesday, 13 September 2011

In Between

Her heart lies amongst the greenery,
pulsing through the filaments.

Shoots pushing up through rotting mulch
sap bursting in a lithe climb to the light.

Life through death.

A partial demise
hence to a renewal.

And in between,
during the icy clutches of Winter,
a dormant phase.

Yet she remains,
even in those mortal depths,
poised for rebirth.

Glimpsed in the seasonal berries,
crimson red,
filled with her life-blood.

Or on the Robin's breast,
while he sings of her coming.

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