I Like a Spring Day
I’ve enjoyed writing for many years. I'm dedicating more time to the craft in my retirement days.
I Like a Spring Day
I like a spring morning
So cool at first
But you can feel it warming
Sun slowly ratcheting heat
Proportional in some unscientific way
To its increasing height
Its reach can penetrate now
Where it couldn’t just scant days before
Tilt of the earth
Still working toward the season’s rebirth
Brings with it the mirth
The good cheer
Concomitantly
It’s a kind of day
Perfectly
Pleasurable
In its imperfections...
It seems to remember for a time
The season left behind
I, too, like a spring noon
Flowers in bloom
Birds festoon
The feeders
The tree tops
The undersides of porches
And ogee arches
And build, build, build
The pheasant cocks
Their heads rock
And bob
And weave
As they posture
For stature
In a mock showdown
Impossible to tell who wins
And they go at it again
Thinking they’re all that
And a bag of donuts, too
While the hens hide
Inside
Let the boys play
I bet you could hear them say
Hey, hey
I imagine the ladies
Whiling away
The afternoon
Over bunco
In well-concealed cover
Somewhere nearby
Tossing back nuts and corn
From a wooden bowl
Barley from a bag
Passing it around
Without much sound
Laughing
And enjoying the
Warmth from the sun
As it peeks through the clouds
Looks down on the tulips
And the birdhouse nearby
And as the day unwinds
It hints in late afternoon
Of the season coming soon
Winter and summer and fall
Can't compete at all
To the call
Of spring
When things
Renew
Revive
Come alive
And thrive
Oh I love a spring day
And on into spring night
Everything is just right
I could sing a short song
About it being spring
All the year long
But then the thrill
Would be gone
And the wanting, the waiting
Would too
Because the gift is in the return
And the accompanying yearn
The anticipation
That finally turns to frustration
When summer busts through
And then it’s too damn hot to sleep
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