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