Spring – a Poem by Sara B. Gauldin

 

Spring

Tender shoots form

in soil that is still

half frozen, but the

warm spring sunshine

beacons through the air

that is still crisp

from winters freeze.

The tendrils reach

upwards to a refreshing

spring time breeze,

causing them to

vaguely wave to birds

on their north bound

journey. Their innocent

thoughts are directed only

towards the solar God

they worship, there is no

way they could foresee

the visit of the moon

who watches the

toxic frost fall.