the heart is torn open
indigo bunting and swallows
tatter the bleeding sky.
shade, slow enveloping;
earth at my feet;
it is winter.
the road is glistening with snow
two days old, stretching out.
I wait by the screen door
drowning memory impatiently
with toes across the carpet.
Crickets gestate in the early dawn,
attending summer.
I love these. It didn’t register when you posted the first “movement” that these were indeed part of a larger composition… I really like this concept and am excited to see the whole piece unfold seasonally.
I think this one is interesting in that it is the spring movement, yet spring is not portrayed directly. Instead we are given glimpses of winter and a burgeoning summer– the movement itself seems to fill the gap (spring) despite the lack of direct references…