Spring Slips
Spring slips those neo-leaves on protuberance-limbs.
Youth is adorned with buds and flowering whims.
Poppies drench an infant’s eyes and awaken sleep.
Spiked trellis dreams sow garden-beard whims.
Blackbirds scatter like dandelion seeds in the wind.
How cleverly they remember your namesake whims.
First walking stick, unbridled from bark, boggled the mind.
Pet rocks, pop rocks and chia pets - purchased on whim.
The scent of lilac, honeysuckle and a thunderstorm,
Fresh dirt, the taste of mud pie, every childhood whim.
Butterflies flocking, shepherded by an animated sun.
Symmetry of wings, color wash flutters whimsically.
Now the visionary dives into a wide berth of gospel hymns.
Her desire’s to raise up the Springtime, praising at whim.
2/13/2022
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2022
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