I composed this poem Saturday evening in answer to something my friends asked me. I've been going through a period of maturation in my life and it's fed a little bit into the poem.
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The Waters of April and March

Time is a friend of mine.
He gives me my years to live.
As precious as gold,
as precious as gold are the moments he brings.
As spring is brought through the winter
so does my soul diminish and renew.
Diminish and renew as the tides come in and out,
as the moon sheds her shadow.

I see the sun
through open doors—
as the heavens’ grand gates have been opened,
and new life by the waters of March,
through April showers,
is renewed—
and the sun offers me her radiance,
her gold, her seasons, her flowers.

And the flowers sing their songs,
and others hum along;
yet, when all is still in my heart,
I hear my name:
Someone’s calling
Someone’s calling
Someone calls . . .