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
I see the welcome sign on the dark
and the stain glass of a
red cardinal and a holly leaf.
It’s the beginning of spring I’ll always
when the water meter is turned on with
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.