(The metre is dodgy at times, but I figure it’s much like a Tasmanian Spring.)
SPRING, MY FRIEND
A shiny, scented friend has come
To lift me from my mull.
For too long I have longed for her
Through many shades of dull.
She came with stirring, distant sounds
Of birdsong on the breeze.
Then threw her green across the lawns
And burst out in the trees.
She’s blustery and bossy,
She’s had me doing chores:
Airing corners, dusting thoughts
And opening the doors.
Oh Spring you break my heart at times
When I wake to your cold moods.
But when you’re at your gleaming best
I’d dance for you in the nude.
You’re in the wobbly legs of calves,
You’re in my children’s pep.
You’re in my mango chicken salad,
And now you’re in my step.
Categories: Stories & Poems
Tags: Spring poem; Poetry