Spring

by

Mike Bayles

                        I am the act of melting

                        the sweep of warm breeze

                        the overfilling stream

                        the planted seed growing land.

                      I am hope seeking hope

                      the lines brought forth

                      the poet's dream.

                      I lurk in the hearts of lovers,

                      and I raise and crash young hopes

                      like scenes of Romeo and Juliet.

                      I am daylight seeking more,

                      the shedding of excess garments

                      the taking of finals

                      the eternal vision of freedom.

                      I'll take your heart

                      with a moment's notice

                      and drench you with rain

                      with sudden refrain.

                      Even after I leave

                      you'll bid my return

                      the song of warm gentle wind

                      always remembered, my friend.