Spring By Annastatia Brooks

Spring

Nothing melts my heart like spring.
The heavens crack open, reveal the great blue,
And a warm light shines on every dear thing.

Trodding off the path, mud on my shoe,
I emerge from my den of wintery slumber.
There's a fresh breath of life in all that I do.

The worms make their way up from down under,
The frogs stretch their legs, the pigeons appear,
And the birds return in mind-boggling number.

The sweet trees awaken and I hold them near,
Feel the sap pulsing under my hand,
My heart beats in unison with the beings, so dear.

I feel the hills awaken right where I stand;
A great orb pulsing with water and roots.
The breeze and the stream make a forest grove band.

The hares shed their parkas, change to their spring suits,
The crocuses change to their violet dress,
And much like the creatures, I don my spring boots.

My favorite part of it all, I confess,
Is the glorious sound that soars from the town,
Though it makes a soggy mess,

The water drops drip from the roofs and fall down
In a waltz of the melting, a dance of the new,
Snow dressing itself in a transparent gown.

The stinging dawn frost turns to glistening dew,
The heads of the buds peek up from the soil,
The trees that were gray grow the softest green hue,

And the sweet little ants start their seasonal toil.
The leaves and clover lie in a clear puddle,
And when stirred by the rain it’s a soup all a-boil.

The dry remnants of grass are rough stubble.
I’m shocked at how the tendrils return every time,
Growing up from the sandy, minuscule rubble.

The geese visit again, in an unnatural line.
The leaves turn to tapestries hanging from twig.
How I love every inch of this season of mine!

Though winter transgressed, summer forgives.
One season calls; I hear its bells ring.
I love it the same, no matter how many I’ve lived.

A warm light shines down on every dear thing,
And then my dark heart is born all anew.
Oh, nothing melts my heart like Spring.

Annastatia Brooks is from the beautiful island of Newfoundland. She is an amateur poet studying English and Social Justice, and she works for her campus journal as a University contributor. She hopes to become a published poet, sharing her works with the world.

One comment

  1. What a lovely poem! So timely, spring has sprung for certain where I live in the past few days, and I feel just the same, with a “heart born all anew” 🌱🤍

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