Today snow is dripping
from house eaves and their curtain
of icicles has melted under
golden fingers of sun.
The bird that I keep
on that green-leafed branch
in my heart, has begun singing
and wherever I turn
the absence of winter's
cold grasp is evident.
I feel like floating paper boats
in puddles and I think
I've finally got a handle
on spring.
nothing is ever simply Yes or No. There's always a But...
Your poem is lovely. It's been a gorgeous day here and it captures my feelings on spring exactly. I promise I'll try to be back soon. I'm working on a blog at http://www.jenniesisler.wordpress.com if you'd like to take a look, a creative writing blog. Gotta get a few more things posted though
Don't buy drugs. Become a pop star and they give you them for free! ~ Billy Mack (aka the lovely Bill Nighy), Love Actually