In The Absence of Clarity

Ian Blyth

Spring brings promises of New Year
Trees loom over my head, a refreshed green
And though my heart pumps in sync with a will
The leaves shake off their dewy drenching as if to save me
The teary emotion
My footsteps lack steady cadence
And my eyes dash faster than light ripples
For to my knowledge, my mind can not swim
With such numerous thoughts
And in the light of recent days, by passing
Of events literally passé
I’ve not a plank to my name
It will be a solemn April
Should I have sunk by March’s end