Spring Morning

by Kristina Woodhill

Spring fully aroused
Her wind's ocean swooshes winter from our threshold
Waves at me inside, beckons,
Daring doors to unhinge,
Windows to unblink their blinds.
I rummage my old captain's hat
From a bottom drawer,
Don my oilskins,
Breach the roar outside,
Grab the ship's wheel as it careens by
and sail


Author's Note: Happy Spring!

Posted on 03/20/2022
Copyright © 2022 Kristina Woodhill

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/20/22 at 05:19 PM

Happy Spring! Good poem to welcome it in. It's sprung here in Ottawa also. :)

Posted by Amos Last on 03/29/22 at 08:36 PM

Bon voyage!

Posted by Laura Doom on 04/09/22 at 08:07 PM

You do seasons with such relish - tasteful and tasty.

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