Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Dreaming of Spring





And now we lean to that invisible scrim
Whispering thoughts of sweet sun-flavored things
Fingering visions of pastel-petal limb
As we begin dreaming of spring

Crocus, hyacinth, tulip, daffodil
Dapple our daydreams with glad offering
Arabesque zephyrs infuse the chilled rill
As we begin dreaming of spring

Wee girls in sun dresses and boys in bare feet
Stir in our smiles tender reminiscing
As swift-surging hours silent circuits repeat
And we begin dreaming of spring

Dawn spills its puddles of pink on the snow
Soon we will hear its music splashing
In rain-drop eight-notes where now grim gales blow
As we begin dreaming of spring

© Janet Martin

We are under another big-storm watch...

2 comments:

Thank you for your visit to this porch. I'd love to hear if or how this post/poem touched you!