Warm, Still Raining, Springtime Burst Of Color

Sunday sonnet

Photo by William J Spirdione

It’s raining still, but what a warm week does
is most transformative. Each night, I wait
for anything to grow, and just because
of springiness, I watch the green create.

Wet early April, early mornings bring
anticipation of long past Spring days
while eagerly awaiting anything
already happening. It might amaze.

Now, freshest purple petals, washed with drop-
made water magnifiers, pull me close.
On top, the golden fountain doesn’t stop.
Thin white-striped green leaf stretches as time slows.

New life creeps through the straw towards the light.
I’m sure it’s all right here. It’s worth the fight.

Photo by William J Spirdione