After Spring Rain

Posted by: on Apr 18, 2014 | 2 Comments

Post rain sweat sticks my bare soles to the porch.
The air heavy with relief and the cold
close behind. The Dogwood tree bracts just
unfurling green and expectant waiting to hold
white unbloomed blossoms.
and forsythia still stand in sunshine brilliance.
Redbud in purple and pink hue
join the queue. In the clouds and haze the green stands
neon lime, spring green, decidedly fresh, unblemished.
Trees shake off the rain, drumming the
coming of toes in the sand days. The inevitable, yearly
march of spring, conqueror of bitter winds and snow.
The silence of winter has been drowned
by a chorus of birds, new voices joining a familiar melody.


  1. Beth
    April 30, 2014

    I’m right there with you. Good post!

  2. mom
    May 18, 2014

    I love this. It’s like a leisurely, extended haiku, just taking its time with sensations and then hurrying off like that”cold close behind” to its finish, which is really an opening. Yay for spring poems!


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