There is a day in spring
the grass greens
like a waking child
vast meadows lawns
light up like sky at dawn
the day has come
it is a declaration spring is here
soon skin will feel the same
and peer out of cloth
and green and skin and loveliness
will all sing spring
and summer will be near.
About riverwriter
Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else?
wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/
Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
