Spring

They were pleasant spring days, in which the winter of man's discontent was thawing as well as the earth, and the life that had lain torpid began to stretch itself. - Thoreau

with its baggage checked into diminishing snowbanks

a vacationing sun yawns and reaches ever higher

returning to a labor of love on a late february day

daylight kicking winter's can and hanging-out ever longer as an elongating, seasonal dimension loiters

reveling in the deposited, interest accretion of its candid rays

absorbing undeniable truth as i run my fingers through its stash of living, spendable cash

shedding layers of swarthiness encompassing me

i can taste it, smell it, breathe it 'neath the new sauna of my woolen hat

won't be long now

'tis almost here

imminent vernal times

buds about to explode with a stealthy, living detonation

an explosion of everything with deep zing

as i lick my parched lips and drink it in

setting the stage for a newfangled, summer fling

gentle, caressing breezes swaying tomorrow's porch swing

along with all it dares bring

giving me and my faithful, four-legged companion cause to strut and sing

ah, this grand, grinning, giddy thing they call spring

Author's Note

"Measure your health by your sympathy with morning and spring. If there is no response in you to the awakening of nature - if the prospect of an early morning walk does not banish sleep, if the warble of the first bluebird does not thrill you - know that the morning and spring of your life are past. Thus may you feel your pulse." -Thoreau

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

I like the wonderful juxtaposed expressions of Spring anticipation written by a talented Bostonian artist, living within nature and multi-faceted inspirations. I like the light-headed ones at the end too.

[Pete]

it won't be long now. i see the light at the end of the tunnel ... :)

[Sami Khalil]

And the green ching , ching too.