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Abruptly, by Susan Krause

Abruptly

I dream with fields and forests
entwined with resting roots,
cozy beneath the snowy coverlet,
curled around the glowing
ember of contentment
deep in winter sleep.

ABRUPTLY

The door bursts open.

I WAKE

I am buoyed upwards by bird song.
Freshening breezes drift me out
and over dandelion seas glowing golden.
Infant leaves tremble on twig tips,
and I long to touch my lips to each one.
I tip my face to the smiling sun.
Green sap surges in my veins.
Frog chorales rise to crescendo

They sing! I sing! We sing!

It’s SPRING!

It’s SPRING!

It’s SPRING!

Susan Krause, Ridgeway