Wednesday, March 21

The first of spring

It's spring here in the States! With the new season brings a new chance to reflect on the past, evaluate our present, and focus on the future. It also brings bunnies.

Bunny
<Obligatory bunny pic>


     Lots and lots of bunnies...

White Bunny


Bunnies


Baby Rabbits
(A new litter in their natural laundry basket habitat.)

     Sure, each day technically brings this opportunity -- for reflection, that is (and bunnies!) -- but I'm just a sucker for using seasonal milestones as a marker. Anyways, I thought I'd share a poem I wrote a couple years ago about just that. Please enjoy. ~Tet

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day 

we were children
living in our fantasy world
of ice cream and candy pops
and rainy days and snow angels
we longed for the day
that school was out
we made friends with strangers
and enemies into friends
we were
carefree
careless
carefree, can i go out to play
be home before dinner
out and about, not of war, not of drought
grownups living in a child's world
children
yesterday

but today
we are mature
we see
with different eyes
men
living in our changing world
there are war fields by our flowers
there are flowers by our graves
we make strangers into enemies
we turn enemies into war
we longed for the day
the sun was out
we long for that day
we are
careful
careless
careful
we are 
restless in the morning
we are 
weary at night
we are
the very epitome of everything we hate
hated
as children trying to live a child's life
in a grownup's world yesterday
we are 
in bondage
we are free
we want to love
we love to hate
we hate to sin
we sin to live
we live for love
we long for life
we sin for sin
we strive for strife
we see our selves
set aside,
human-ity,
which up and died
you want what's best for your children
you want what's worst for mine

and in this world, this changing world
where love and hate 
and sin and dreams
and all that captured in between

all topple under misery's weight
a victim of their own misery

we see our sons
and realize
the human game is still alive

we may live for nothing
and still yet
we will live.


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