spring hits the
country
like a ten-ton truck
screeching
down your street
on its twelve to
eighteen
wheels

the trees burst with new leaves
the flowers bloom and stretch
to the sun
in hallow groves and quiet brooks
life is afoot once again

the backyards and the
lawns ache with their
growth

the new birds chirp with
hunger

the poets
reach
to their pens

still mystified
by this sudden
change

writing down thoughts
as colorful as their
worlds
trying to capture
just what
it’s like
to smell
spring
on
the wind