I hate adding titles, so this is a poem about spring. Like that narrows it down at all...
Who lit up the green flame?
Who invigorated the grass, the trees?
Who never gave up on spring’s game
Even when she gave not a breeze?
Who clung to her verdant name
As if their faith would bear no shame?
Who watered all the colors today?
Why are the blues brighter, the whites
Crisper than the words they say?
Why do the leaves hold daytime lights?
I’ve but forgotten what is “gray.”
The hue is banned when it is May.
Who reversed the film of fall?
The buds emerge like nothing’s wrong.
A winter’s reign can seem so small
When broken by a vernal song.
And yet the cold I can’t recall
Can be remembered with a squall.
Unpublished Material, ©2011 Cali Digre
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