Early Spring Poem

"The Springtime Citrus"
a poem by Avi Abrams


The lime of early spring air
is invigorating;
The mocha of the wet earth
is crawling up my ankles
responding to the vibration
of my cautious steps

The forest is slightly mad
with anticipation of greenery;
Nothing seems older than
a new-born molecule;
the atoms are jumping up and down
in their self-made playground zone

In this refreshed world
you are
bursting my thoughts apart with
tangerine streams of laughter,
trickles of whimsical charm,
new-born
swathed in lime
shining
smiling
little
wonder.

@ 2003, Avi Abrams