Spring is here to stay
For three months, hooray!
More bluebirds are chanting
More tulips are blooming
More trees are growing
And dusts are in the air.

The weather is cool, not cold
More houses are being sold
More joggers run in the streets
More retirees are warming the seats
More athletes are at their meets
And allergies are in the air.

Spring is here to stay
For a quarter of the year, hooray!

Copyright © March 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.

Dusts
Wistful
Dry powder
Of lost moments
Specks of melancholy and heartaches

Dusts
Wistful
Dry powder
Of lost moments
Specks of melancholy and heartaches

I want you to hold me like the tiny specks of dusts
That you chase from the empty room
You give me all your trust
As you inhale every little piece of me beneath the moon

Your lungs, they never settled
They keep struggling
As you held
Every piece I have

Remember that I am fragile
So you carefully place me on your palms
You don't let me be all alone for a while
Cause you know that I may be taken away by the wind that blows
and by that your soul will not calm

You trace the mismanagement I've done on my own
On how I end up being like this, so alone
But still you'll thank me for doing this on my self
For that's the reason you are alive, you said
For the reason that you need to put every little piece of me on your shelf.