Giddy Spring [by a guest poet]

Written by Katie Frances Hartless¹

For my laziness, my lack of focus, I ask to be forgiven.
Play tag with the clouds while the trees try to blend in.

Feel the charity of the daffodil.
Forget getting ahead of time, break even.

I want to be the peony, unashamed of being eaten.

For what has been a clammy year finally offers me a pearl,
though its luster is fast retreating.

If I can’t create from nature’s diverse building blocks,
fallen petals on sidewalks,
I’ll gladly sit the sidelines and cheer on
the spring equinox.

Image: ‘The Choice’, by Frances MacDonald (signed Frances MacNair), 1909, sourced from Wiki Commons.

1. Welcome to WordFlower, Katie! Congratulations on publication here and I do hope you’ll submit again. Your work is stunning (lyrical!) and needed zero editing. ↩︎