Linda Studley

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Aubade to Spring

A nervous twitch of heavy curtains,
a wary peering into first light.
What song will I sing? A trill
of joy thrilling at a pool of sunlight
warming my bare
feet or a dirge for dreams
of spring, battered
by northeast winds and smothered
in yet more snow.
Is it all bad?
No, today the sun shines and, at least
for a while, it is ‘aubade’.

You Are

You are what you hate
how and why you hate
where, who,  and when you hate.
Hate being the prison

You are what you love
how and why you love
where, who, and when you love.
Love being the key.

You are what you imagine
how and why you imagine
where, who, and when you imagine
imagination being the horizon.

Take the key.
Open the prison.
Head for the horizon.
You are what you do.



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