AWAITING SPRING

Spring begins in the ground,

Tiny shoots of grass greening all the land.

Bold faced daffodils peer toward the warming sun.

Yet the bare oaks lift skeletal branches heavenward,

As if in supplication.

Frenzied March whips the leftover leaves round and

Around while the tree trunks still wait for Spring’s

Sweet kiss.

Oh, those silly Bartlett Pears will early fling their white blossomed

Limbs in the frivolous March wind with Winter’s last frosty breathe

Still the giant oaks will slumber on.

Yes, all the earth will stretch and yawn with sun warmed breath

Till finally, with April’s magic touch, the great oaks shake their

Newly garnished bright green heads, for Spring has finally spread

Upward to embrace the last bare bough.