Spring Steps
When summer comes
it won't fall out of the blue
like a suntanned cherub
no - after a heavy rainstorm
it will heave itself up
through the cracks in the pavement
as thousands of pale and fragile shoots -
most of these potentially sunny days
are squished under hurrying boots and shoes
some die of fright in the grey wet light.
Then, as a shadowy finger
nailed to a rusty sundial rises
a startled Groundhog whistles.
Surviving shoots leap upwards
powered by rainbows.
The sky is now fully convertible,
without thinking, you roll down
the roof of your car.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2025
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