Coming Of New Life Poem by Joseph M Donatelli

There it is as far as I can see to know
The answer appears way down the row
Right there where I cannot easily go
If it was a question for me I'd be over
But this time they want you to answer
Your perspective apparently matters
So it's your turn to answer the gathered
I'd rather write that a red quartz shattered

With purple pre spring big buds swelling
On stiff brown branches magnolias waking
Reminds me of pallets of colors brewing
Beneath the surface of gray winters stewing
Yellows reds greens my seasonal dreams
Are in my imagination as this writing strains
To pull me into futures swirling theams
Feel the warmth of sun and greening coming

Bulb tips will poke out of the brown dirt again
Daffodils jonquils narcissus perennial stems
Yellows and greens wake and spread then
Pastel pinks orange and reds blend art prints
When this ugly dark gray winter finally ends
As overwhelming colors blind the eyes lens
Bright sun and the long hot days come and
We must ask will this make us happy or tense