taking hold

spring creeps slowly from the mountains

fragrant breezes lilting downward 

erasing disparity from winter's cold 

cleansing comes, is taking hold

I can see more clearly now 

I know all you said is true 

wind blows clear bending sage and grass 

and what was never meant to last

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License