Spring Poetry by Patrick Harvey
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cattering of blossoms
calling us back outside bushes and boxes in second floor windowsills raising their little flags
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of yellow and scarlet pring is for black earth
under our fingernails and on the knees of jeans every seed is a prayer
stitched into tattered green announcing to the world that life has returned and fiesta is coming
kneel and make a miracle green stained-glass sunlight shines through the arching window of returning leaves swaying to processional hymns from dashboards of passing cars
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pring rain on the sidewalk
is different somehow unlike cold winter rain
the city wakens
perfume of fresh-turned earth
from cold dark dreams of winter
and the promise of life
blinks at new sunlight
ours was a long winter
streets come alive with music
months spent huddled inside
festival of a reborn sun
waiting for the moments when rain is a blessing
everywhere life pushing up through clods and cracks in busy sidewalks the Mother revealing gifts wrapped in tissue of bright green emerald treasure littering lots and landscapes gathering the sun like jewels set in place by jewelers with dirty knees
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Spring 2022
inviting us outside
