As de Oros / Ace of Pentacles

XXXVI

Brett Cook

Fresh spring

Sprouts sing

Of a new beginning

Lover Earth

Steeped in mirth

Hosts a banquet spinning

Engage with trust

Anoint the rust

Arise, arise from the dust

Your eyes do smile

For a much—myriad—longer while

Bonds, bones, and unexplored lust

Poem by Robert Wyald