Spring green gushes

Spring green gushes;
Willow branches
Along roadside avenues
Singing in the warmth and the light.
Nature springs forth,
Yet contains herself
Does not grab and grasp for more
Jostle and crowd to a front line,
Takes her place

Mans galloping greed
A tightening
Mind set, foot down,
Eyes narrow
Away from the beautiful trees
Muscles grip bones,
Thoughts fill space
Racing ahead to prepare the way
For what?

Each moment
But missed
In the pushing past it.
How we
Sell ourselves short
What can never be recovered
The living of life

April 2009