Seasons of the Heart

First warmth of spring
I feel as if
I have been asleep

first warmth of spring
under cracking ice
the jawbone of a dog

where last week
the snow lay thick

the spring breeze –
the paper flowers also

into the sea I launch
a piece of driftwood –
with great ceremony!

spring rain
a yellow oil-drum
bobbing down the river


By: Alan Spence

From: Seasons of the Heart Published