Spring Poem by Robert J Meyer

The memory of wet shoes and grimy windshields and grey days
Melts as the first fecund aromas permeate the air,
And I sit dumbstruck by the sudden dissolve of the winter haze
And the first buds and birds that take the dare
And join in this exuberance of newness
Made concrete by the coming of the light,
And I know this is the year’s sudden redress
Of the angst and ennui that December, January and February bring to the fight.

Spring -
A gift self revealing,
No ribbons to release,
No paper to tear,
It’s just there.