Poem: Spring


This is one of the few poems I wrote pre-2020 and one of the even fewer that I feel still holds up after I’ve gotten more into reading and writing poetry over the past year. So, before it’s too late to post a seasonal poem (we had summer here for a few days just now), here you are:


The smell of mud and sunlight,
Of last year’s wilted grass,
The squelch, squelch, squelch underfoot,

The arid landscape,
Bathed in cool brightness,
The swell, the song, rises,
The song of new life.

The squawk, squeak, squeak,
And the startling green,
In between,

Soft, where there was hardness,

A new Spring.


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