MONDAY'S POEM: Word Was Spring

 Word Was Spring

Word was spring was coming in.

Word was it would come strong-hooved,

Pounding down snow until snow ran full in water;

Brushing flanks against bark until until leaves came out

To see what the rushing and brushing was all about.

Words was spring was coming in,

Breathing hard to breathe out warm breezes.

Word was spring would come strong this time,

Would stop to rear on strong legs;

Would stop to see if new birds knew flying,

Then gallop on with faster hooves,

Lest snow come and catch the hooves at play.
                                                Anne Knowles