Spring

SPRING

Spring is the song
That nature sings
To the reluctant winter
Crouching in the souls
Of each of us

Spring is the thaw
Cracking the night ice
Piled in the frozen rows
Of good intentions

Spring calls us home
Using the light
That she doles out to us
Like an extravagant gift

Spring reaches us
With softness and color
Wrapping our former selves
In what we should be.

Matt Watt