Living the Dream

Where did Spring go?

She wandered out on the cusp of winter,
got swallowed up by a crusty lip
while she was looking for crocuses.

I see her muddy footprints
frozen in cold bindings
all for a purple blanket
to curl herself in.

I should not have left the door open,
hoping for fresh air
and fine furry faith in winter’s dying.

My girl is out wandering,
pink cheeks blossoming
with childhood’s fuzz.

If you find her,
wrap her up and bring her in
so I might make a monument
in my crystal vase
at my shut-in table set for two.

Tags: Natural Nuances, Poems //