spring poem

 

 

the slamming screen door

and the throttle linkage

on my fifteen-oh-three tractor

that's the green one

 

use expansion springs

 

 

the shocks on my truck

and yours

and the pogo stick which

lies in the dusty bin of memory

 

use compression springs

 

 

if the ponds are breaching the banks

if the creeks are chattering

if the hillside ferns

have shed their winter ennui

 

then the springs are running

 

 

if the air carries a heralding wind

if the daffs are thinking about it

if the birds and critters are acting insane

if my step is strangely buoyant

 

then it must be spring

 

 

not all is la-ti-da

the wind also carries portent

but for now 

find sanctuary in what is at hand

 

let spring be spring

 

 

 

 

 

 





Poetry by jim The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-03-25 at 10:55

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