Cold, stark, time bereft
of needs for shaping my life
according to me.
*****
Winter’s long short-fall
melts into spring, blossoming
possibilities ’round.
*****
Change not fast enough —
comes the feverish breaking
sweat to achieve now.
*****
This hunger
is outside beyond
need, we ache.
© 2012 Shari Lynne Smothers








