Returning Each Spring

Returning Each Spring

In spring I roamed the hillsides near
My home admiring trillium blossoms
And other wild flowers filling the forest
Or wandered the exposed clay
Riverbanks chewing sweet grass stems
Exploring the creek’s narrow slate
Beds past barbed wire fences
The air damp with natural gas
Seeping upward through the stream.

I step in cool pools where water
Spiders frantically skate across rosin
Like surface; a child in time,
Taking these things for granted,
My deepest secret the place
Where the cathedrals were giant
Pine trees high above on an
Island – an untouched place –
Returning each spring believing
That it expected me.

– Bipin Larkin.


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