poem: louise zimmerman

spring II

spring is like hope

on a silent

crisp morning

slowly scenting

the cool air

gently

pushing a golden memory

shaped from an afternoon

walking

waist high in

red poppies

spring is the sensation

as new wings

move to butterfly

from foundering

floundering phase

re-emerging

a bulb

one day a green stalk

peeking from above

the soft dirt of the window box

springs into a

tall

delicate

pink flower

petals and wings unfurling

you

stretch your body

skyward

lean a hope filled cheek

toward

the

sun

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about the author: louise zimmerman

mom, engineer, poet, musician

she is also exploring the theme of divorce in the time of COVID and offering support here.