Soul Eyes of Spring
Thine yellow tulips sigh — they’re side by side
in sunny thrill. The cold dissipating.
In fact it’s running cold, the clarity
of Spring apparent on the budding trees.
The birds on bouncing branches sing of glory.
O true blue skies, the cerulean high!
This Winter fraught a lasting rain; day’s snow.
The sled of gray — a present from his beard —
that Claus — not even coal for Winter’s loss.
But the soul eyes of Spring are surely blooming!
3/9/2020
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2020
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