Spring at last


Spring at Last

I had lunch
On my studio porch today
I put on a sleeveless shirt
And took off my shoes and socks
And dined on chocolate ice cream.

I sat on a step
Last week covered with snow
And watched two ravens
Repledge their union
In a flawless blue sky.

I walked barefoot
In the greening grass
Drenching the tree
With the newly thawed hose
And celebrated the arbor survival.

I hauled out the potted plants
Washed their dusty leaves
In a spring time shower
My toes wiggling
In the mud forming beneath them.

I had lunch outside today
And reveled in the sun
basking in the warmth
Spring has arrived
At Last.

(c) J. Binford-Bell

Comments

  1. BekkieannApril 21, 2009 at 2:20 PM

    Very nice. I can just feel that warm sun.

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  2. UnknownApril 22, 2009 at 9:45 AM

    love it my friend

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  3. The Blog of BeeApril 22, 2009 at 1:49 PM

    See you are on form as usual. I'm wriggling my toes. Lovely piece!

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  4. JacquelineApril 28, 2009 at 4:55 PM

    Hi Jacqui.

    This is a great poem. I especially love the wriggling of the toes. Its been in the 90s for the past three days here in PA, and one of my favorite simple pleasures has been to get barefoot and wriggle my toes.

    Thank you for sharing this--and you have a very nice space here.

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  5. JBinford-BellApril 28, 2009 at 5:57 PM

    Thank you very much, Jacqueline, for the compliment. Thanks for visiting.

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  6. MichaelApril 29, 2009 at 12:50 PM

    I can see those ravens...I will visit more often now I found this other blog of yours.

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  7. JBinford-BellApril 29, 2009 at 6:53 PM

    Thanks for the confidence Michael. It is my irreverent blog so one gets a bit of anything I want to throw into it.

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