Living the Dream

There is a quiet concerto filing away
at the solitude of wintering trees,
sap beginning to stretch and yawn,
curled causes unfolding and blinking eyes
at the soft awakening with new sight.

Small red tips swell after a season’s coma
caused by flinging too many variegated veils
and sipping cold drinks that clenched
throat and drilled a nasty gnaw
they passed out on.

Subtle sway of new beginnings finds herself
needing a drink of water for a parched tongue
so she can begin to sing Spring.

Fiddler on sky-kissed roof, dances shingles
like Pan on a green grab of meadow,
and sprites waken from stiff muscled
deep dark sleep.  Oh, Spring hums heavy
on a heave of winter’s hangover.

Love listens and begins to wrap
warm arms around musician
and his hot music.

Tags: Natural Nuances, Poems //