Spring Senses – May Grant


By May Grant

Breeze still bitter,
Robin’s image jells like ice.

Sounds still muffled,
Robin’s music throbs a rhythm.
Homes still huddled,
Robin’s feather wafts from heaven.

Seeds still curling,
Robin tastes each worm anew.

Scents still buried,
Robin shouts

I’m Here,

I’m Love,

I’m You!

© 2011  May Cornelia Grant

May Cornelia Grant has been writing all her life, non-professionally. Her articles have appeared in numerous small magazines and newspapers.

Posted in Poet Laureate.