Spring Songs Are My Music
A sudden distraction
Spring mating songs
of cardinals
in thick pine trees:
a form of the pleasure
you give me, suddenly
coming to mind. Where
are you right now?
What are you doing? I
want you here
with me. I want
to tell you
this poem is so new
I haven't put it on paper.
I want to undress you,
and you me. So lovely
you are. New soft grass
all around us, new leaves
everywhere above us.
The distance gone: the pain
of winter's limited prison.
Oh, the poems in you.
The Spring pollen
is burying everything
in my writing room! Great!
Cleansing. A new beginning.
Copyright © James Humphrey Trust.
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