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Spring Morning

by Kristina Woodhill

Dawn
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

03/20/2022

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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