Spring Part II.

 

And now I’m leaving,

but I won’t forget

who I was before I came

That taking risks is often

The best way to learn

That who I am now

Cannot be understood without this place

At this time

Without these people

 

***

 

The time nears for me to exit

Enter another doorway

With a foundation for the rest of my education

The ghosts of a couple of trees

Some silver hairs

But it was well worth it

Knowledge is a rose

That one must climb

A thorny stem to achieve

But the bloody palms

Don’t take away

From the sweetness of its smell