My Poetry

ahh spring

spring,
it comes with
cold fingers

icy slushy
snow filled days
dark rainy drops
down the back
of your neck

clouds instead
of sun

stepping out
into
cold and dark
to land
in a sunken mess
of grass and sog

deep dark
creeping wet
burrows into
toes

frozenness
how is this
different?
in your mind
it is

winter behind you
summer ahead
ahh spring

~ Kate