Spring is the Thing

Spring is the shy thing—

a new blade of grass

peeking its face out

from under the thatch,

to see what the sun brings,

to listen to birds sing …

timid, and wondering

if winter’s passed.


Spring is to green

what grass is to spring,

and the burst of ozone

during a rain,

when trees are dressing,

and flowers unearthing,

and nature is birthing,

slow and serene.


Spring is a wager

on winter’s decline—

the roulette wheel

that points to the sign

that dark is receding,

and nature is breathing.

The stake we are gambling

is rebirth of mind.





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