Spring

Did you hear my longing for a dress of green during winter’s sleep, Oh, how long I dreamed! Missing those coverings of my graceful limbs and yes, too, the blossoms of fairy dust whims Fancy meeting you, here, at my new birth revival finding your muse within my greenings arrival Warmer winds catching my new sprouting leaves I’ll dance for your pleasure and hope you are pleased Awakening roots draw from the earth living water Watch where you step those that rise are a bother Of my need for this dress there can be no denial For oxygen spent from it will grant your survival That scar that you carved on my truck just last year has become the tattoo that reminds of your tears When you feel you must trim my broken limbs remember to raise thoughtfully my new dress’s hem © …….. 2015/01/03