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the first day of spring
by John Herzogon the first day of spring
my ramparts of ice were melting away
varnished in vernal sun
turning frost to dew
soil thawing beneath my footsteps
birdsong sounding over the morning
on my knees
I pull the weeds from my garden
worms writhing around me
I toil and till
fingernails painted with earth
I water daily
as sown seeds sprout
blossoming impossible spectra
I gaze outward
afloat in the ocean of bloom
02/01/2017 Posted on 02/02/2017
Copyright © 2024 John Herzog
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 02/05/17 at 03:40 AM Ah yes, spring can be great and beautiful! Currently I'm in Florida and though it's much better than my home in north GA which 40 degrees lower I can't bring myself to write 'spring' poem. So I'll just say I'm glad did such a good job on it!! Nice read.
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