Spring fever

by Kevin T McEneaney

Gently trickling rain on the windowpane

lulls one to sleep and dream of quirky things:

like butterflies dancing in fickle breeze,

bright sunny days on mountain-top vista,

walking at midnight beneath a full moon. 


An interlude of respite and silence

invites the burgeoning buds of April

to waver in gray wind and become dry

for an hour of two, then a rumble of thunder

promises to renew mild drizzle

that attracts eyelashes to ecstasy….


A cardinal rests on a pliant branch

while a phoebe lyrically sings her song.

There is nothing like a shower in Spring

to encourage the heart and tongue to sing!

Kevin T McEneaney

Author of The Enclosed Garden, Longing, and other books