and we dream
and cycles spinning
a planet round a star,
our bodies full of stardust,
so, we reach up bravely, and search
for answers, the hard problem of who,
why, and what we are–but still, flowers bloom
rise with cues of light and hope, a promise
of what was still is, even if we
are not. They will vanish also,
like dinosaurs and dodos,
romps through the ages,
blinks and heartaches–
but still, there’s
Yesterday, I saw this crocus and some green shoots rising from the ground. It made me happy, even though we’re supposed to get snow today. I’ve noticed how the angle of the sun is different now, and how it lingers longer in the day.
This is a double etheree for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday prompt, using synonyms for game and trouble.