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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