Friday, February 02, 2007

Poetry for St Brigid's II

This is the one I wanted to post: with permission of the author...

Forsythia

Desperate with darkness, forsythia flames out.
Madness, this: frail leaves of light, whipped wild with wind,
thrust themselves into unwilling skies,
force themselves on days that do not want to give up winter.
Only the need to be known cuts deeper,
the hunger not to be invisible.

Love is like that sometimes, and living always.

M. A. Kurtz

3 comments:

Mary deB said...

Oh, wonderful!

Michael said...

Beautiful imagery. I'd like to see and read more of your poems in print.

Liz said...

And just clarifying; that last comment was left for the actual author, not me...
If I could write like that I'd be signing my own name to it!