in the spring she will bloom again

WOW! SENSUAL AND SEASONAL!

House of Heart

The blue sky has given way

to cold grey arches.

There is little tending to the

grieving dark or falling leaves from

barren trees, detached by laws of seasons

thrust from the past into the present.

Lost to the sun, her destiny is the hard earth.

What remains is a treasure of clay and a

potter’s wheel behind a sleeping spider.

She breathes warm breath on frozen fingers

until once again she is malleable,

bent and shaped into her likeness.

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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