SPRING BREAKS

Hill blossoms in Green and Gold

Open your arms to my invitation

Your fragrance runs to greet the wind

But I seek your attention

A merry brook broken from icy confine
campaigns its new freedom

Stay I ask, for earnest company

under the shadows of the pine

She giggles and splashes over a rock

and speeds from the shoreline

bubbling playfully like a babe

leaving her wet kiss behind

The pine sheds a frosty tear

I look up to see more on the way

in a hurry to leave the meltdown

after three long months of gray

Loquacious in the bucolic wood

the Oriole jabbers incessantly

stitching threads of gossip missed

into a delightful medley

Smitten am I on my observatory post

as Nature births from dormancy

The Sun blows life, Creation awakes

Winter is over, Spring breaks

- AN EXERCISE IN APOSTROPHE