Promise of Spring

My snow dirtied mind, 
squandered with rain and dirt,
is ready.

These ancient trails call my name
and I am ready.

To be alone in a temple of deep space, 
my cardinal ears are ready.

Where there is no religion but God 
and sun and land and the scent of boiled arrowroot,
gathering on my neck and chest,

I am ready.
I am ready.

George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat ReviewMoria Poetry JournalChronogram JournalAmpersand Literary ReviewThe Angle at St. John Fisher College, and 3:16 Journal. George’s blogs, essays and letters have appeared in USA TodayThe Wall Street JournalThe AtlanticHavana TimesSouth China Morning PostThe Buffalo News, and more. 

See all his poems on Tea House here.

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