stilled as this room
deadened with the constant
loop of season
intended madness to venture
like days chasing the
never ending nights
Now, after the long
silent winter,
outside the window affirming life
is the coyote`s faint cry,
A body folded
in the bed of grass
in hurry to be green
as the growing child within
taming the beast in dreams
Alice Cuenca
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/growing-22/
