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Breathing Anew

by Kevin T. McEneaney
Mon Jun 12th, 2017

Spring: aconite and daffodil

Have vanished yet flocks of flowers—

lilacs, rainbows of tulips, purple iris

surround a path to the driveway.


Everything appears reborn in vivid color

while I wonder if my dry ego

died during winter. Is it renewed

as I walk in early morning mist

before my toddler son awakes

to all that is new and marvelous

at the dawn of his life?


Airborne scent of pollen tells me

that tall promise of rebirth

lingers in blue air and all

I need to do is breathe deeply

to discover cordial identity

that frolics like a wanton fern

in winsome breeze.