A Poem A Day, Poem #13

spring is an unclumsy awake hand
that shakes the dust from the heart
with a burst of rain that pours forth
wishes and daydreams like sleep
were an always thing blooming inside
the heart, spreading those rose petal walls to
drink its birdsong up like kissing a
girl for the first time nervous in the
dark just before the light comes up on
a little love shaking on those lovely limbs
of uncertain leaves

and the newborn bounce begins to breathe
shivers and burstbellybutterflies up and
down all those delicate pieces of flower
that she plays finger by fumbling finger,
counting each new word like a secret were
whispering her name in that wind that splashes
the face like shining water climbing across a
smile for a stuttering sparkling of stars teetering
on a stillness deep on the inside of sky
dreams and sleepy stems of cotton seeds
caught for later lay down days when the
rain dries on lips and mouths drown in the
dust of no new rhyming love to peel those
places in the heart where wings are birds
and whisperings are only echoes of
remembering first time touches and
startling kid kisses