Spring Planting

Spring Planting

The Spring is yours, my friend.

We have seen many melting snows, have

smelled the first lilacs and even

scattered wildflowers in the grass near the

wishing-well.

It's time for a new birth, a reawakening, and the

rain that brings life.

I am still small under the darkening sky watching

you run fast down the blocks

until your speck turns

out of sight toward your

house.

I have cried at our parting before,

but I continue to dream

of some tomorrow I'll spend again with you.

For Kirk Miller

May 25,1964 - Aug. 19, 1992