Spring 2013
Spring is rough to rouse this year
Like a recalcitrant teenager
Pulling the covers of winter over its head repeatedly
As Mother Nature pleads, and prods it to get up.
Spring stumbles slowly into the kitchen of the earth
Dragging its heels
Needing coffee, a Red Bull, and total silence,
Glaring at the twittering birds outside the window.
Spring blinks, long and sleepy.
Spring sighs, shifting and swirling the air.
Spring stretches, brushing budding branches.
Spring wakes.
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April 4, 2013 at 10:37 am
slpmartin
what a perfect metaphor for the coming of springs…very enjoyable poem.
April 4, 2013 at 5:07 pm
Alice
Fun to see you participating–and to see your poems. Wheeee sending you spring sunbeams!
April 5, 2013 at 3:21 pm
Seasweetie
Thanks, Alice!
April 4, 2013 at 6:03 pm
lucindalines
Nice, should be in an anthology for students to study.
April 5, 2013 at 3:21 pm
Seasweetie
Thanks, Lucinda!