Longing

It is better by far
To be a cog in a wonderful machine
Than a broken part
Always longing to be whole

A silence

A silence in the air
No desire to talk now
While the wind blows the long grass
The crow flaps from branch to tile
Car tyres rumble on tarmac

One eye

One eye opens wide
Ah! A fragile, frosty morn
No footsteps yet upon the lawn

Hint of Spring

A first hint of spring
Life sparks in a weary world
From mud flowers bloom

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