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?
Melissa Shaw-Smith 
I could feel that breeze on my cheek Melissa. Lovely poem!
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!
Of course a breeze is impossible to capture in actual spring, but in a poem? You’ve done it!
Kind words–thank you, Cynthia.
Lovely Melissa.
‘Dust bunnies’ … a most expressive capture, I love it~!
Actually, it should have been dust kittens. i have two cats who are busy shedding their winter coats. Ha!
A beautiful way to welcome in Bealtaine 🙂
Thanks!
Quite nice Melissa, right down to your running outside to join the breeze. I like it. –Curt
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!
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!
Soo good… Sooo spare.
Love this, Mel
Sometimes simple is best. Thank you, Charissa.
Good heavens, I adore this poem. It’s like a spring word hug.
Gorgeous!
“Word hug,” i love it! Thanks for the kind words.
Powerful and beautiful poetic imaginary… I love it dear Melissa!!!. Best wishes, Aquileana 😀
Loved this poem! Always good to get updated in your blog 🙂