And now, a poem…
spring: its here
After Mother Nature’s sojourn of the Cold Shoulder
and the child giggles with glee
as the flowers ascend from their sleep, animated with life
As the bears roar from their cave
As the sun ascends another day…
hard to believe, it’s already March, almost April
as my weary eyes wake from the rumble of my alarm clock; I open them,
I look outside my window. (nevermind the time)
I see the green of the leaves,
the yellow forsythia, its golden energy, Smiling at me.
And I smile back.
Spring has sprung.
Bobby McGee is the author of Wise Words From The Cynic, and is the host of Gimp’s Gripes, a show about disability-related topics on KMRL Mojo Radio Live.