Spring

SPRING Testing the water with bare toes I will recoil to the misted edge of hoarfrost softened soil peek through eyes of Crocus and Jonquil at the emptiness my promise must fullfil. I’ll whisper to the branches shy with cold to remember seasoned stories they were told beckon to the passing birds - alight let us celebrate this un-chilled night. My warming fingers, reaching gently, thaw river ice as softened earth imparts my scent to foggy spice worms wiggle in the drizzling April showers as dawn tempts the stretching vines climb empty bowers. I will touch each aching heart with sunshine’s gift releasing all from stifling Winter’s grip nestle with the Cardinals and Jays languish in renewals warming haze. 1/2/2015 submitted to Seasons – Poetry Contest sponsor – Shadow Hamilton