It’s officially spring!
At least it is where I live. Actually, we had a pretty early spring, a brief snow that killed most of the crocus, then sunny day after
sunny day. It’s unusual for this time of year. Usually, we get more rain, but
I’m enjoying the sunshine! (I kinda miss the rain. Then I don’t have to water
my outdoor plants.)
Until we get our next rainfall, I’ll take whatever kind of
weather we’ve got! (Unless it's tornadoes/droughts/floods/earthquakes/tsunamis/erupting volcanoes. No and thank you!)
Still
Life in Spring
Have you ever seen a flowerfall?
The way the petal spills down the
rocks,
a bouquet of white and purple
icicles.
The cherry blossoms unfold like
origami—
one day baby buds, the next busty
blooms,
then their color drips away like
waterlogged paper.
The sky’s painted blue; somebody
forgot
to erase the smudges of white and
with one stroke
a blur of purple-gray thunder
shatters the illusion.
Not even the ground is still—
she crawls with ants, writhes with
worms,
cracks from the dry days all too
firm.
The tomcat stands petrified in the
field;
the hawk swoops down; the dog bites
dirt
as the mice wait for the rain to
come down.
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Let’s chat! What does your typical
spring weather usually look like? Do you prefer sunshine or rainy days? What’d
you think of the poem?
Similar poems: Early Spring,
Dandelion Seeds, and Some Notes on the Three Days of Summer
