Spring Has Come Again Poem by Shalom Freedman

SPRING HAS COME AGAIN

Spring has come again
The pleasant warmth
That still remembers the winter,
The Brightness and the Blossoms
Light and more Light-

And with it
A long restlessness revives
An urge to journey
To do something different-

The work stalls
How long can a person
Sit inside?

Something must be done
Some new world
Must be entered into-

But meantime
For this day only
I stand outside
Pen in hand
And write these lines
As if this were
the single remaining
My only possible
Adventure.