Somersault Into Spring Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

Deciding what the day
will be
watching snowflakes
turn to rain
Still for a moment…
then a twist
Teetering...
returning to white again

Sipping green tea
puts me in mind
of the sweet
smells of spring
Swaying my thoughts
of indecisiveness
from a fixed position
to an upward swing

As the calendar page
leaps to March
I have concluded
it is time to resurrect
Now is the time
to stop being
a window gazer
Ready to make my day
near perfect

3/1/2012