Sam Silva

 

 

 

All of These Too Young Crosses

 

 

Spring bursts out its painful buds

..the rose thorns slice green

around a bloodiness of new born thought.

 

Especially for an old man

trying to regain a sense of reason

after years and winters

of frost drugged sleep

 

where the parallels run deep...

 

 

 

 

Sam Silva © 2014