Sunday, May 3, 2015

Spring Poem

Spring's Sultry Mood

I considered morning
snugged in her gray wool winter coat

noticed white fur curled like thick lace
or scrollwork woven in random lines

north to east to west and south, some
folded back upon itself, bunched

in likely anticipation of late morning
opportunities for dispensing

with all this winter heaviness, an exchange
in order for Irish dances, blue sky;

but I erred on the side of optimism,
her sultry mood predicting instead

an afternoon sob-fest, a good soaking-in
for all the new spring growth.

by judy Beaston
April 23, 2015