The Spark
February 25, 2011
The cicadas voice echos through the snow banks and is carried off with the harsh winter winds.
Arriving for death but unexpected is the desire to live on.
Re-ignition
The voice creeps inside and speaks of the marvelous.
It lies.
Shedding hold up the foundation
Start the new cycle and hope for it’s success.
Goodbye, sweet summertime voice.
