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
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|
|Posted by Laura Doom on 04/09/22 at 08:07 PM|
You do seasons with such relish - tasteful and tasty.