Just Around the Corner

all green

buds around you

sunlight fierce as July

while snow still lingers in blue shade:

my spring

 

my spring

you give full-fledged in strong birdsong

bulb-shoots, sudden crocus

gray rain washing

all green

A mirror cinquain for the March poetry slam at yeah write.

When I was small, not much bigger than a pollywog,” said Frog, “my father said to me, ‘Son, this is a cold, gray day but spring is just around the corner.’ I wanted spring to come. I went out to find that corner…” (Arnold Lobel, Frog and Toad All Year)