Old Fashioned Spring All Around Me Poem by elysabeth faslund

Clothes dripping, lined, and pinned.
Afternoon sun sweetening roses...
Almost free of morning's frost...
Morning's price of brown curls.

Hen's flapping to rooster crows...
Fluffed-up hen...chicks in a month.
Robins, blue jays' daylight. Owl nights.
White, full moon. Harvest orange gone.

Big, green locust on the screened porch.
No cicada twilight song, 'Hither, love.'
Doing dishes in a meatloaf-smell kitchen.
Table set. Potato salad. Fresh bread.

Spring is tip-toeing towards me.