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

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