Spring Viewing

...The rhythm of cobblestone in Spring Pressed hard by memories of wheels... As I lie down against a see-through wing Life happens...On the other side it feels A daring thrust of Snowdrop flowers through the chills The heavy gates squeak open...I sense birds chirping As they move beaks and people's sunglasses cry The priest is chanting while a couple is flirting Pink buds welcome me reassuring their roots are not dry There is so much clear blue I almost attempted to sigh... I joke with Rain bombarding soil from the above Like two teenagers who hate to wear school uniform We tear the pain away releasing one single dove My Dad in black drives back my classmates to the dorm My Mom caresses me as freshly planted tree...her heart is torn... For Francine's Contest (english quintain) A Spring Day 2/1/2012