Tag Archives: Shine

 
After a hiatus, my favorite farmbrarian poet Charla Kramer is back, just in time for spring. Read on:

Shine

Begin to unfurl.
slowly. quietly.
Can you not see it?

I feel it.
Sunshine cracking
dark, thick cover.
The brittle edges crack, fall apart,
while something softer, more tender,
waits, deep inside, to melt.

It eases
around the corners of my eyes,
soul, dreams.
Although it is elusive,
sliding away and back
in mercurial fashion,
and a harder, sharper edge
--more brassy, sharp edges
than soft, golden warmth --
nonetheless,
i bring it,
once again.