Spring Sprung Fresh

like snapping celery

jumping hoppergrass

and car horn honk in the

ice melt when new foot falls

filled roads and rails with

blink-eyed reborns.

No longer rushing through crushed

snow no


through a new spring

fresh strollers

slowly roll.


Sun down chill sets in

and the walkers return home

spark charged by streets

no longer white

but clear