Poem for a Spring Friday

English 112-55 Class Poem
03-31-06

The spirits of trees leap in green promise
yet the fright of being sky-high
impedes the kite’s flight. The sin of the unkept pledge
weighs down a soul like the burden of tiredness.
Seasick boats in the thunderous ocean,
our hearts beat in sympathy for the hurt
when some days, the dragon wins.
The written word holds feeling
despite my creativity’s fleeing.
In my neverending education,
prismlike, I redirect my light
till I am ready to give the world all of me.
sunbeams and the song of the robin
free my spirit. The clear air of my potential
lifts me in anticipation and I soar
expecting delight
and finding
spring.