copyright © February 18, 2015
by P. R. Lowe
I am the fertilizer of spring
cleaner of air
and bringer of life–
and of death,
They ride together as one.
My heart lies in the center
between the flakes.
Can you enter there and find me?
Can you hear my song,
in harmony with wind and tree?
In my melody are the secrets of life and death.
Can you find it’s rhythm?
Hum along?
Dance it’s song?
Or are you determined to fear me?
Control me?
Mold me into some nothingness
adrift in
a screen of pixels?