Poem-a-day - April 22

Today's prompt: Write about earth...

Spring (after poet Elizabeth Bohnhorst)

Open the grave!

Wake the great artist of spring.

Let her paint pastel blooms, let colors run.

Let the lakes melt their skins,

trees open their green fingers

and yellow spread through lawns.

Watch carefully as the earth

loosens its hold

on roots longing to grow.

You have this too--

this softening of your hardened heart;

Allow it to melt at least until the first frost returns.