Spring used to be such spinning
April’s brimming light beginning
boldly bursting into May !
A carnival display that had me rolling in the hay.
But now, noting the quiet daily charm
of crocuses unfolding and exquisite
tender green upon the trees –
My fantasies fly not to fevered heights
but fix upon a holy sort of chore:
A sturdy broom and steady arms to sweep
the shrivelled brown of winter from my door.