mother arrives with a knife
cutting down the dead tree with swift blows-
pulling back dull curtains, bagging old
autumn leaves & winter bones with twisted bow
this is a season of hardiness as stubborn
bull, plunging into the open air with grit & breath
of a seasoned traveler, braving the rain & roller-
coaster wind, driving head first to sow seeds & spores
spring season arrives with false starts
much like a failing review of a premiere movie night-
or a disappointing first-look of famous landmark-
it is a short season as the cherry blossoms trees-
yet in every spring season, you marvel its art-
thick thistles of flowerets-
gnarly green fingers rising from mud-
red-veined leaves, delicate as old woman's hands-
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- Poetics: Getting Hooked on Opening Lines, hosted by Kim Russell. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST. Thank you.
