Last day of February – a poem
Last day of February
the first crocuses penetrate the crust of winter soil
bright light gathered and blooming
white petals greet blue sky
asserting rebirth
unseen incarnations of earthworms, microbes
and the lacy growth of mould
make fertile the ground for seed
a robin a chickadee
flocks of indigenous year-rounders
swoop and soar
compete for soggy rowan berries
challenge gusty winds head-on
this is the day of the poem:
newly budded maple swells,
red branches frame the horizon
and the smell of spring
– promising, returning, awakening –
permeates my blood like a lover
© Doreen Shababy