Spring lends itself to thinking in poetry. Who coud resist the lushness of
imagery that makes us almost swoon under the weight of emotion? Here’s one I wrote a few Springtimes ago….
The dazzle of the night
where stars toss light up into the clouds
where the Moon pours silver martinis
down our parched throats.
That dazzle carries on into the day for us
whirling dancers of blossoms
and canapes of breezes
to keep the party alive.
We are drunk at its center,
This mayhem of a Season.
Robins toss off their dignity
to pull worms from earth.
It is all too joyous and gives us amnesia about what is to come later in the year when such gifts are withdrawn and the night is skeletal.