~spring~ Poem by Sinnaminsun Sinnaminsun

I can't walk ready ground
and tender grass,
When carpet and concrete
envelope each step.

I can't feel tempered breeze
teasing through my hair,
When an air conditioner hums
its soothing repent.

I can't paint subtle vibrancy
of spring's meadow,
When a wall encases
each hand.

I can't perfume halls
with the hint of its arrival...
But I can,
Open my door,
walk out,
And welcome spring in.

sinnaminsun 2010