Longing for Spring
by Christine Swanberg
Spring waits for you like a wistful lover
whose earthy fragrance you cannot forget,
musty, moistness she wants to uncover,
the dopamine burst, the shattered regret,
the winter-starved soul in great need of sun,
muscles releasing, the bone-thawing rush,
crocus erupting, tight budís explosion,
fresh sea of grass, breathing, chartreuse lush
greening, new birdís preening, all around song.
Come thrush and thrasher, cat bird and blue jay,
ruby-throated hummingbird. Itís here you belong
every year without fail. So stay
with thunder in your pastel palette, spring.
Youíre welcome here no matter what you bring.