Newly Birthed Spring

Newly Birthed Spring

A Poem by Gatlianne



I found a simple peace
Standing at the old battered and
Paint splattered sink
Washing a clear yellow glass
Listening to the birds chirp
Their song to the first day of Spring
A menial chore
So quickly done
Yet calming in its innocent way
As I watched the sun sift through the window
To mix with the water
As though illuminating my hands
And in that moment
With the newly birthed Spring sounds
And sunshine
And water
And one dirty glass
I knew that I was one with God


 

© 2009 Gatlianne


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Gatlianne
Gatlianne

Athens, AL



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Described by some as an alien disguised as a beautiful earthling woman, inner peace in human form, and a tiny ball of fire, Gatlianne knew at a young age that she was different from her peers. Growin.. more..

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