Dancing

Watched Spring 'n squirrels this mornin'

Winds of almost Spring
Honing ice knife blades
In shaded canyons
Crackling through leafless twigs
Slapping falling sap
Against bent defiant trunks
Newly filled with sustenance
For tight knotted baby buds
Twisting constantly up toward
Ever giving sun
As Winter retreats
Again

Reviews

[SPINNING ON that dizzy ..]

I like this bit of a tease of spring in the air.... I love to watch the crazy squirrels.... they are so fun. You certainly used all the right pre-spring words in relation to what I can see out my window as well - don't we just wait - like on your mark... haha..... you notice a bit more light at both ends of the day, you notice the bit of spring fresh smell to the air, you hear a bird or two coming home... you see a bud become a bit more open in the days that become maybe 40 degrees.... you hear the kids restless to be outside.... you hear the water running in the gutters or drainpipes.... it all makes me ready for the rebirth..... thanks for this poem - it made me happy to plan a day to look forward to....

Kath