Spring

my reasons have changed
transformed along with my circumstances
defined by those I have allowed into my life
shaping me
releasing me
and giving my days their tints and shades
to open up
and allow hatchets to fall
or portly women to sing

leave open the door
for fresh winds to blow
let the early spring's germination
lift the chin of my winter's dispossession
soothe the bruising where i once stumbled
bleary-eyed with sleep.

poem by Frederick Kesner
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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