April
Frost snaps
crinkles, eases,
finally melts.
Gaunt trees
dressed in fragile
buds.
Fragile buds, sun
splash, rain splash,
splash blue, splash
green.
Green new leaf. Fits
my hand so perfectly.
The future lies
in my palm.
© Joan McNerney 2015
Joan McNerney’s poetry has been included in numerous literary magazines such as Camel Saloon, Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Blueline, Missing of the Birds, and included in Bright Hills Press, Kind of A Hurricane Press and Poppy Road Review anthologies. She has been nominated three times for Best of the Net, and Poet and Geek recognized her work as their best poem of 2013. Four of her books have been published by fine small literary presses.
I like the word play in this poem–it so snappy and fresh it is spring itself on the page.
Thank you, Joan.
Thank you so very much for your positive comment.
I really like the imagery in this poem Joan 🙂
Thanks Val, glad you like the poem!
I really like your last stanza, Joan. 🙂