Contrary
though light is evidence,
bountiful.
and spring arousal
shivers bough
and flesh alike…
my human season
contradicts the budding,
haste of grass.
panoply of birds…
the gathering separates me,
the welcome countermands…
for newness is a party to the grave,
what’s found here
is lost elsewhere…
such stratagems
of earth and air…
the future begins,
so the past won’t have to.
About John Grey
John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. He was recently published in the Tau, Studio One and Columbia Review with work upcoming in Naugatuck River Review, Examined Life Journal and Midwest Quarterly.
