Poems of Spring

Poems by Loretta Strharsky


SPRING


In still ways spring slips

Into the very fingers of the trees

In still ways spring eases

Into and through the winter earth

In still ways

With the simple sound of rain

Spring comes home.



WONDERING


A fawn peaks out from behind a stable old tree. Having seen shadows or hearing the twig snap under the snow she pauses. Is she unsure of where she should be or where she should go. Is this trained hesitance of danger Or is she looking at me for directions