Spring Fever Poem by Steven Johnsrud

Spring Fever



Spring Fever
By
Steven Johnsrud

The door is open to blossoming,
Furtive mademoiselles
Ripening in alcoves
Vagabunda
Wandering always
Among the chandeliers
Of moonlight
And ghosts of lampposts
Clinging to the fog
Of blooming.

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Steven Johnsrud

Steven Johnsrud

La Crosse, Wisconsin
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