Alive
(after D.H. Lawrence)
Steadily the day is falling through the mottled leaves,
casting shadows within shadows, layers of shade and light
merging green and exquisite; and I beyond numb
feel in the air around me a sweetness I did not expect
I needed, but here it is and its touch soothes my skin;
I welcome it through the grief, choosing still to breathe.
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I just picked a collection of Lawrence’s works a while back! This poem was a treat for sure. A sweetness in the air unexpected is quite an astute and we’ll put observation
well written; i really enjoyed this.
Mesmerizing. I love it.