Spring

Spring

Burst in with newborn’s cry
sweeps with wind of life,
wipes pastel blue sky.

March is on midwife sentry.
Annual tabula rasa for the baby,
green, buzzing plenty.

Sun kisses peachy buds.
Winter days thaws and floods,
frozen past sinks in muds.

Weather carnival shuffles,
through cycles of cuddles.
Night trickles in fat puddles.

Thoughts become pliant
under the cracks
of this fragile giant.

Gyula Friewald 13/02/13/2013