Read Poem: SPRING, by Tom Morgan

I may wait for spring this year

as I’ve waited in the past;

it always arrives at last in time

for the buds to no longer

shelter from the downy snows,

rather greet the sun

the way I always do when

winter’s been cold and long:

I still love you in the madness

of spring, still love the way

your voice sings just when

our afternoon meets the sheets.

but I may wait for spring,

for you I give my March,

and the beginnings of

the butterfly wings.


Author: poetryfest

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