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

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Written on 2019-03-25 at 10:55




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