Spring on Chrome Leaves


She’s a wedge of light

cleaving the shackles

thorns of confinement

those binding doubts

growing on the spines

of many chrome leaves

She’s a shears maiden

garden clippers flash

pruning overgrowth

until branches bear

less metallic fruit 



5 thoughts on “Spring on Chrome Leaves

  1. There are times where people feel trapped, not only trapped but also surrounded by people who are not only jailers but the iron bars and when that happens, is it such a bad thing to hope for a little softness, a little warmth?


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