by Paul Tristram
Making these Springtime mornings
warmer, fuzzy and less crookedly achy.
It’s sometimes irrationally overwhelming
yet cartwheel dizzyingly wonderful.
A cartoon steamboat tugging merrily
irresistibleness arm in arm with smiles
against the grain of my age-old pewter frown.
She blossoms in but a twinkle,
petal splashing everything beautiful
within the circumference of her gentle glow.
A giant bursting Moet bottle
of excitement, euphoria and enthusiasm
which wipes the hard work completely
and seamlessly from the now splendid day.