I am posting my poem, “The Garden” in honor of Spring

Passion grows among rocks and soil and flowers
Like cool, wet dirt cleansed by Spring’s generous rain.
Encouraged by sunlight and gentle wind to grow on-
A seedling bending to it’s Master’s whim.

I am creator-artist unknowing
Unstopped by structured shoulds of sense.
Unfettered, unchained, undaunted-
“Capture Me!” passion calls, and I know I cannot:

Control or corral or imprison,
Lest fire cease to rage and die – like smoldering embers
Doomed to lie dormant beneath precious ground
‘Til Spring’s wisdom warmth awakens my fire.

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