Spring Plight

My poppies are still alive! Beneath the weight of the winter sleep the snow built up to 3 feet deep they kept their leaves in slumber green and waited for spring with a shiver The ice is slow to melt this year My desire is quicker and sends me out I pull out soil and extra pots and clean out the autumn's leaves. I'm pushing the weather with determination to send out the sun strong to force creation I yearn for the days being long with elation as the blooms bellow forth that it's spring As usual I'm just an impatient girl I mirror the poppies alive under ice A season of red soaring unthaw would suffice to shake myself free of this winter. I'll open the windows on all of my hopes and spring clean my thoughts to a shine I may be peeling off icicles yet but the spring time is about to be mine.