MADD SPRING COUNTDOWN #01

DIRECT FORTHRIGHT

Slow and steady –
seasons change
once more
Spring’s worm turns;
twisting and churning,
eroding fragrant soil,
loosening frozen detritus
in her enthusiastic wake.

O’ Happy Day, Happy Day
for if it is indeed Spring
she endows us with golden smiles,
aroused from Winter’s sleep.

free verse poem

FORTHCOMING

spring bee
visits
golden-white maidens

haiku