from asters to zinnias

from asters to zinnias
this spring has sprung
hour by hour
I sense the subtle changes
ordain the Sun Goddess!
myself her devout proselyte
loosed from winter grey
and frigid doldrums
limits cannot bind me
and the east is my redemption
imaginary beasts shake off their afterbirth
lines of perky blossoms shed their skin

 

 

 

from this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines
-Walt Whitman, Song of the Open Road 5


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