spring’s ecstasy (a poem)

 
 

Here is a little poem I wrote on my way to work Thursday morning …

the trees, from here,
look like moss; velveteen

all those leaves unfolding,
a soft skin over gentle
curves and valleys

and the hills arc their
dewy backs, an invitation
for eyes and hands and
breath

in the sheen of first light.

Comments

  1. Amy L. Sullivan says

    I love this sweet poem you wrote on your way to work. It’s perfect. Do you know what I do on my way to work? Try not to spill my coffee. Ha!

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