Monday, April 1, 2013



Yearning for Primavera

Early this morning I looked
Out my window and witnessed
An icy west wind chasing a fledgling
Full moon through swaying skeletal trees

Rooted like Swiss Guards on Main Street.
While spring impatiently waited in the opposite
End of the yellow-tinged road.  In one hand,
The shovel, in the other, a spade and grass seed

Meanwhile, the rising red sun poked fun
At the clumps of grey snow just laying there….
On the ground… like tired old dogs
Too lazy to get up and move on instead

Of ignoring the imminent call of inescapable
Time to get going and leave, once and for all,
The fertile –still frozen– landscape and let
Spring engage in its ritual fiery dance

With the erupting green tendrils yearning to
Burst in radiant hues of red, yellow, and blue.

©jjméndez
March 24, 2013

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