Dawn
if what you hoped was true
if he wants to have
what you want so bad
you won't say a word
even though i think it's absurd
you just sit there and wait
whatever it might take
This is a collection of the poetry from Katherine Pammett
Constantly
surrendering
the fibre
of your being
and giving away
in small
amounts
the essence
of your
soul
you can almost see the sap
flowing through the veins of the maple
it's fingers ever skyward reaching
towards the rays of the sun
you can almost hear
the whisper of spring
through the soft breeze of
melting snow and the shriek of robbins
you can almost feel
the seeds opening, the ground
rich with potential
the sky clear with hope
you can almost wish
for a second, that you were
connected. that the spring was coming
growing through you
and under watchful eye we
stare into the greyness of
a march morning
looking for repair