Friday, May 13, 2011

The World Comes to Life

A poem
by Me

I don’t mind winter.
In fact
I like it.

Are you stunned? It’s
Not a common opinion.
But something about

Feeling the sharp, cold
Air on my face wakes me up.
It makes a girl feel alive.

And sweaters,
How I love sweaters,
And warm air coming

Through furnace vents.
It’s cozy.

Today I went outside
Into the spring sunshine.
The gardens are wild

With tulips, red, orange, yellow, pink.
The trees are in bloom, and the creek
Is rushing down from the mountains,

A tumult of water falling over itself
And the rocks with a thunderous,
Riotous noise.

It’s beautiful.
It’s glorious.
It’s joyous.

I like winter,
Fall is gorgeous,
Summer is easy and fun.

Oh, but spring,
The world comes to life
In the spring.

1 comment:

Tiffany said...

Love it! You're a wonderful poet.