Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Spring Crashes


Spring days should be
daffodils, budding trees and greening grass;
not twisted metal, glass and broken lives.

Spring days should be
the scent of freshly mowed grass and rain;
not burning rubber and oil.

Spring days should be
birds chirping and wind rustling the trees;
not sirens, screams and helicopters blades.

Spring days should be
warming breezes and sunshine kisses;
not weakening pulses and broken skin.

Spring days should be
the taste of sun and upcoming warmth;
not the taste of blood and death.


Jeanie said...

Hi, Bobbi -- this post breaks my heart, partly because each spring for me is always marked by loss. Much is past loss; this year, we added the loss of a friend to our spring sadnesses. Your poem is simply stunning.

Oh said...

"...spring days should be the taste of sun..." Lovely. Keep that line and hold it to you.
And the photograph is remarkable. Just beautiful.