spring tease
when the squirrel
waited on haunches
and seagull flew
far from his element;
as the neighborhood Tom
stalked hedges and
newlyweds walked
their dog;
when clouds blotted
morning sun and
southern warmth
roiled across my skin
I knew:
this was a hint,
and I accepted
your tease.
even this temporal
portend to winter's
end is cause for
quiet elevation.
Poem © 2013 R. Burnett Baker
Painting: Monhegan's Schoolteacher, 2004 by Jamie Wyeth Shared by Tess Kincaid.
Quite lovely.
ReplyDeleteIncisive and smart; well done.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful little read, made me feel all cozy!
ReplyDeleteVery nice.. I liked it :-)
ReplyDeleteLovely...one of your best Rick...
ReplyDeleteloved this, esp the last verse.x
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