Springs Athletic Rise Poem by Kevin Patrick

Spring glides briskly like a sprinter
But she wont stride,
until theres a March
to parade along the equinox
and cusp her brow
with athletic triumph
in the arena of humid applauds

I can feel her panting return, in the sound of my
boots, as they draw in the frost that
becomes grains of sandpaper pebbles,
dissolving in rays of absentia

I can see her in the patches of grass islands
that grow into continents of yellow earth;
everyday, until they've vanquished the
white wastelands of winter
and makes me a bed
of shrubs and moss
So I can sit
And listen;


To hear the warm breeze moan
As I unbutton my coat.
Refurbishing my skin
with flirtatious sunlight
Renewing the cheerful sprite
To Springs Athletic Rise