Spring Thaw

Winter’s hoarfrost melts
To reveal sensitive buds
Of purple crocus

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Kinship

Two visitors on new treads are we,
Whom live and breathe so differently.
Courteous greetings we do exchange,
Finding each other curious and strange;
You smell of southern breeze and hospitable folk,
I of northern ice and more suspicious looks.
Yet gladly we sup the same nectar dew
And in this spring, we are renewed.
From cocooned sleep we’ve both shed the past
And walk together on a summery path.

Charming

How charming is
The posy in your pocket
The curl of auburn
Nestled in your locket
Your smiles at
Yellow daises and daffodils
By the meadow’s little rill
Which will run a hundred days
As long as your laughter plays
And promises
You’ll stay.

Birdsong

Sweet mute bird.
The cold season
Stays your tongue
And dampens
The fluttering
In your chest.
Yet you greet each day
With anticipation —
Awaiting
That first performance.

Longing for Spring

As another storm
Smothers the city in white
I think instead of twin blue eggs:
A robin’s nest

Spring

The ice thaws
Robins race on mud
Snowdrops rise

Infatuation

If spring follows winter
Then your eyes are the height of summer
And your lips only promise song.
Even your barbs are tender and blunted.
In anger, I still find the vulnerable shaking
Of a compassionate, easily-bruised heart
Which I once wrapped myself in on a cold, lonesome night.

Spring Rain

The waves surge like herons from the marsh
And the gray clouds amass in mushroom sieges
The dry May gives way to cool water
And the humans flee in yellow ponchos
All talk stops, except for moist pitter-patter