Early Spring Mourn

Written by: Erica Lewis

Cherry blossoms shudder
like weeping women
their delicate pink tears
tickle the pond's icy surface

Pawn fish pond.
The golden bream
of Koi lustre
mired in cold spring water

They shadow dance
next to the green bank
where  blades of frozen crocus'
huddle together for warmth

The Gods move so slowly
these days
Sighing on the black wings
of crows
who wonder if Winter
will ever end