This poem is a shoot pushing through the ground
It’s Spring. It’s April, a bud curled up
so fresh it has no idea What it wants to be.
It just knows Why it wants to be…
It wants to be for you.
Something new is being fashioned;
a feeling before the words emerge,
a heady zephyr, a lion to tame
a trending look, that has your name.
So put it on, and wear it well; it’s yours.
This poem’s on the fast track
It’s a starter and a winner
in a photo-finish ending.
It’s a valiant heart about to burst,
a lovestruck sprint, a headline race,
running in the lead, and you’re there cheering.
Now it opens; now it flowers, showing off its colors.
Parading, high steps, freshly perfumed, wearing ribbons,
takes a bow in center ring, stands tall in winner’s circle,
a trophy of a flower, while applause bursts from the stands and….
You’re there and wear the biggest smile. You knew it was for you.
April 10th, 2014