spring melancholy
spring melancholy
my muse ...
she hides in a forest
under layers of
leaves,
leftover
from winter
not so sure
she wants
to emerge,
yet
compelled
to awaken
by the bright
singing of
sparrow
and siskin
and roots
sucking water
expounding on
spring's
insufferable
cheerfulness
©2009 MaureenShaughnessy
