Spring Poem

by Danny P. Barbare 

I can see the loblollies. Yellow pollen
is on the ground,
pine cones and sticks.
I walk across the concrete steps shape
like the trunks of trees.
I see the bumblebees busy on the
azaleas.
I see the welcome sign on the dark
brown door
and the stain glass of a
red cardinal and a holly leaf.
It’s the beginning of spring I’ll always
dream
when the water meter is turned on with
a wrench
and the power breakers switched on.

 

Danny P. Barbare grew up and lives in Greenville, South Carolina, with his family. He works at a local college. His poems have appeared in numerous magazines and online journals. He started writing poetry in 1981. Read his previous poems in Deep South here

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