What You Are

In my imaginative mind
the wind said, break away, let go,
for what you are is never seen
the world is what you think, you know!
You spirit, lighter than the leaf
the promise of a tender shoot—
be done with that which seems yourself
that grips so lightly at the root,
I'll sweep you from this dormant scene
and drop you in the evergreen,
for what you are must wake, as spring,
the life in every living thing.

     

Copyright 2009 by Roy K. Austin