Again the sun kissed down <br />Upon the newborn buds - <br />Forest branches start their cycles <br />Of awakening, every twig is greening <br />At the end, downward to another <br />Yearly ring recording <br />Atmospheric composition - the <br />Climate’s favorability - the transcript <br />Of greenhouse abuse <br /> <br />And our hands shake more pronouncedly, <br />Clutching flowers in the sun - dawdling, as if <br />This place and us were rivers diverging - <br />An epoch running our distant ways, so far <br />Along we no longer see each other’s banks <br /> <br />We’re there, though unfamiliar <br /> <br />Like the mighty elms surrounding us, <br />We begin anew - we accommodate the <br />Microscopic changes as they alter our domain, <br />As they accumulate - <br />So the end and beginning <br />Are truly incompatible, by design <br /> <br />Again the sun kissed down <br />Upon survivors, the eating dogs <br />Of winter hibernating now - <br />And those hollow forest hulks disintegrate <br />To nourish newborn buds <br />Of divergent evolution <br /> <br />*From the book: Vapours of Promise, ©2004 - ISBN 1-59526-352-7<br /><br />Kelly Vinal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-evolution/
