Spring Poetry Series, 3

Enter the house with

Arms full and mind weary

Still holding the day.

 

Let it all go now.

Arrive to this new moment

That rises to greet you

With a breathless word,

A need just barely hidden 

To hold and be held.

 

Enter the house with

Heart open wide, prepare to

Give and receive.

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