February’s leaving soon. We’ve had a few warm days here in Columbus, including a 70 degree anomaly. Spring’s on the way! I can feel it in my bones and in my spirit. She’ll soon arrive. Here’s a poem about spring expectation:
Spring’s Here, We’re Ready
We’re hoping so hard for carillon spring
dreamy out the window at the flyspeck snow
fidgeting over our tea and papers
we’ll rise up and overthrow our chairs.
Crash out onto the lawn, slip-sliding,
take a drag of the scentaway wind
throw away winter clothes, jump in the Plymouth
drive far away to the blue and orgone mountains.
Spring’s coming and we’re cleaning up everything
heaving open windows, though it’s far too chill
prancing around the dachshund, getting her all excited
we’ll go racing, tumbling down to the river’s mouth.
Don’t tell us we’ve got to hold off an hour
we’re wetting our pants for that first spring shower
we’re growling like thunder, snapping like lightning
in the faraway zoo, our brother lions roar.
It’s high voltage spring and we want sensual action
fish are leaping up to grab our meaty hooks
elder woman on the square has thrown open her veil
elder men are rising up out of the graveyards.
We won’t take a “no”, it’s not a springlike answer
a nationwide strike is the order of the hour
shut up schools and barricade the churches
we’ll learn, work and worship over the first burgeoning flower.