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
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