SPLASH INTO SPRING
A sprinkling splash,
a sudden flash
of ruddy gold -
the first spring stirrings.
A long, slow, turgid rest
supplanted
by these vital chimes.
Today
they share the sunshine's joy -
and ripple wilfully.
Last seasons debris
stirred and shaken,
the fish escape
their sedimentary rest,
herald the promise
of brighter days to come.
Like me, they must have felt
they'd plumbed the depths
for far too long.
Malcolm Evison
I posted this newly minted poem, yesterday, on GARBLED NOISE - a new multi-contributor blog!
