Spring At My Front Door
She whispers in winds
as limbs dance.
I’m back she says-
I’ve come back
from the frozen ground.
In her left hand
a bag of seeds
and I steal a glance
out the window
as she stands on the porch.
She says she’s my dreams-
she says she’s a god
bringing to life
a lawn turned brown
and to a bare patch of ground.
She is
the kiss of sunlight
the soft voice
of a barmaid enthralled
who watched me sing.
I tell her
she’s all I need.
Spring, she is
timeless and free
as she holds a lily
meant for me.
February 28,2023
In Bloom Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Joseph May
Copyright © Mike Bayles | Year Posted 2023
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