First hopes of spring

First hopes of spring

A little earlier every morning
and a little brighter by waking.

A faint hint of blue
between downtown fingers.

Plum-tree pink splashed in
park corners and back yards.

The threat of rain circling
the city gates like a thirsty army.

The desperate traces of night
clinging to the daphne petals.

I’ve been waiting for your return,
anxious to bask in your praise and glamour.



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