spring was here but he left, maybe
he’s changing clothes again
after soiling his dress – so maddening.
spring, this loquacious young man who loves
dressing up – heels and hair – keeps
slipping on the ice into mud
…starting over. so hard to understand.
wear jeans and duck boots – let’s go…
but no…a whole new cleanup and gown.
a sundress would be nice
without the big yellow overcoat and galloshes.
it’ll be may before he gets it all together
but when he does – what a sight…
so glorious, so precocious, so dear.
he is a parade, a promenade,
a perfect beauty – flowered, feathered and singing.
simply stunning.
Don Farrell lives in Cambridge, MN with 3 sons. He holds a monthly open mic and a bi-weekly poetry critique group. He has a full length book accepted for publication by Fernwood Press, and 30 poems in journals. He hopes to leave this planet without getting what he deserves. Find more of their work below:
