First Day of Spring

It feels like the first day of spring, but

I've felt that way before

gather up the fallen leaves, bare trees,

and sweep the barren floor

until the parasitic chlorophyll

feels antiquated once more

Then the bulbs may no longer shiver

in their tenacious haste

break free their autumnal angst,

winter woe and tumultuous state

Because what Spring had forsaken

would wipe your anguish clear,

steer your bounding footholds

towards another couple years

But not yet, the shade will whisper

in the good ear on your head

you must first draw the curtains

and you’ve not yet left your bed.