A wind came in the window.
Like a small feral creature,
It took a turn around the room,
Tossing birthday cards upon the floor,
Chasing stale air out of corners,
Whisking dust bunnies off the stairs.
In its wake it left an invisible trail
Of greenery and fresh earth,
Buffeting me from my lethargy.
How could I not step outside and join
Such a boisterous playmate?


18 thoughts on “SPRING BREEZE

    1. Melissa Shaw-Smith Post author

      Thanks, Karina.You now those spring breezes that are just so full of promise it makes you feel like a little kid all over again!

    1. Melissa Shaw-Smith Post author

      Actually, it should have been dust kittens. i have two cats who are busy shedding their winter coats. Ha!

  1. teacupsandtyrants

    I like the poem and the picture of the fiddleheads. I used to love seeing those when I lived in Ontario. Spring doesn’t mean as much in California where the seasons don’t change so dramatically. Lovely poem!

    1. Melissa Shaw-Smith Post author

      Thanks, Adele. Spring in the northeast is always such a tease. It seems impossible that life can be breathed back into the barren landscape, and then miraculously it happens. So exciting!


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