| A Sense of Spring We walked a mile out of town, And in the meadow we all sat down. The sun was hot on that Spring day, So I closed my eyes in early May. Chirps, and buzzing, and a distant bell ring, I listened to all the sounds of Spring. I smelled perfumes, heard an army advance, My nose was tickled by a silky dance. The sun was dulled behind soft clouds So I opened my eyes to more than sounds. The smells were of flowers, vivid and bright, Butterfly wings in the soft sunlight. Birds and bees, and my soldiers were trees, Everything moving in the breeze. All so beautiful, in the green grass, Like everyone singing at Easter Mass! |
| Jude Keenan |
| Copyright 2000 Published in "Poetry's Elite: The Best Poems of 2000" International Library of Poetry |