April Showers
I looked into the heavens
And saw the face of God.
He was a kindly gentleman
And not too very loud.
He wore a watch upon his vest
Which gave the time of day.
He looked at it: "The time has come,"
Was all he had to say.
And soon a gentle rainfall
Came from the April sky.
It kissed my wondering up-turned face
And poked me in the eye.
But then a very curious thing
Did happen at my feet.
A tiny flower sprouted up,
All blooming and complete.
It opened up its tiny leaves,
Embracing fast the rain,
And if I ever doubted God -
I never did again.
Published on Gobblers & Masticadores on April 8, 2023
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Haiku
White cherry blossoms
Spring from decrepit old trees,
Martyred souls react.
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Spring
Spring! The vigor of new life soars in my veins!
I am free and alive and wonderful,
Free as the silly sparrow twittering in the tree top,
Too gaily alive.
Alive as the new-sprung fountain of youth in the riverbed,
Which knows not that it is bound by grassy banks,
But runs down the waterway in a mad race for the finish.
And wonderful as the tiny petals of a flower,
First opening up to the Father Sun
Like a virgin bride in the marriage bed.
Sun gives new life to the blood,
And blood gives new life to the body,
And the body gives new life to the soul,
Ad infinitum, ad infinitum, ad infinitum.
But every Spring plays its part as a new beginning,
And we never tire of the encore.
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Robin Red-Breast
When Robin Red-Breast comes to town,
All the children dance around,
Clapping hands and stamping feet,
Happy with their little treat!
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All Poems by Dawn Pisturino
Copyright 1985-2023 Dawn Pisturino. All Rights Reserved.
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