Till Renewal

I am winter tired.
Wanting sleep.
Grey skies pushing me deep
Under the earth with the bulbs…
To renew again
upon next season’s
tilling fingers.

Casey Kochmer Jan 2007


Personal Thoughts About the Poem

Our story is always one of renewal.

 

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