Persistent Spring ll

Persistent Spring    ll                                                       

Outside, mid-winter wraps

the world in ice.

Inside, on my window sill,

signs of Spring.

Buds sheathed in green

sipping the light

of longer days

to quench

their winter thirst.

Blooms bursting joy

ripe with sun dust

translucent flesh

and everywhere—

Spring throbs in the veins.

Notes:

This is a version of a poem I wrote last year; see my blog entry of February 20, 2011.  And, I welcome feedback. 

Since today marks the beginning of Spring, the poem seems appropriate.

Photo is mine.