welcoming the maiden.

(a poem i wrote several years ago to celebrate the season.)


spring, you are a shy one.
you like to hide behind the cold tree.
you have furtive paths,
like the rabbit does:
when i turn my head to catch you,
you slide out of sight, a grey shadow,
nothing more.

spring, i know how to coax you out.
i will ply my broom, and its yellow bristles
will remind you to toss your hair.
i will wield my dust rag, and its dancing folds
will encourage you to swing your skirts.
i will shake winter out of my house,
i will open every door and window to your song.

then you won't hide.
then you'll become bold.
you'll deck out the trees in green lace,
you'll smile and the flowers will laugh for you.
oh yes, i'll coax you out,
and when you're here
i'll sing you welcome, spring, welcome!