Spring Bends
Spring Bends where Winter Breaks.
Brittle and crooked you laid in wait.
For this return to color,
to lush, rounded shapes.
On hard edges and floors
Your shutters closed.
You wait no more.
Winter freeze and summer breeze
You wait no more.
Puppies prance and children play
You wait no more.
Its the Way of Nature,
And the Nature of Change.
All that it breaks,
Shaping All,
It Creates.
And you wait no more.
~JV April, 2013
For Joan Scoldy, RIP.
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