NEW SPRING DAY

Uninvited winter gloom now goes

leaving behind spring’s green glows

warmed by sun

tempting me to run away

to view the gentle colors of a new spring day.

Now released from winter’s grip

I find the need to play

in the dirt

charmed by northbound birds

who hop and play

as they begin to flirt

enjoying renewal

in the gentle colors of a new spring day

my frostbitten thumbs

are warmed to green

by soil newly moistened with evening rain

I begin to plant with spade, trowel and hoe

 I encourage a seed to grow

and blossom someday

to enhance the colors of another spring day.

My garden now tended with loving care,

I walk away my tools left lying there.

I wander entranced by grass so green,

that pleads to be seen

under a sky far too blue

Sun sparking the morning’s dew

Wind now sweetened and warmed

by green buds freshly formed.

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Returning to the musty gray of my indoors

knowing spring cleaning is winter’ s price

for spring’s allures.

Sadly, I feel trapped in my home

by my list of unwelcome chores,

only wanting to be away

to greet again the colors of a new spring day.

Through my window, I now see

dusty sills calling me.

time to clean I begin to mutter.

Watching sunlit motes of dust,

nestle on stacks of clutter.

I look away questioning silently,

asking with a fervent plea

Is there is still time to play

in the green glow of a new spring day?

Of course, I say, now lured away

by the Polaroid perfect new spring day

If clean I must, that spiteful dust

then it can stay

 and wait for a rainy spring day.