Burn Baby Burn
Butter
the ground with sunshine
melt
the peppered snow
bake the frozen field
as you chase the lavender clouds
from the grey felt sky.
Prime
the pump of periwinkle
Pop the kernel shaped bud
of lilac and forsythia
Soon, the mouths of children will
water
at the sight of rhubarb spears!
Spring
arrives on the strain of
slip jig..
Breeze born
on a fiddler's string.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2011
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