Spring, Again - a poem by Florence Liberfarb...

I see you out there, old friend,

Coming up from the road,

Turning onto my walk,

Still wearing that frayed sweater

That saw us through so many storms,

Walking toward me, a silly grin on your face,

A bunch of wild flowers in your hand,

As if that can change anything.

I'll pretend I'm not at home.

Hide in the shed.

I do neither, running, like a fool,

Opening my door to Spring, again.

Spring, Again by Florence Liberfarb

Florence Liberfarb writes poetry, short stories and plays. You may freely republish this poem for non-commercial use provided you follow the Publisher Guidelines and provide a hyperlink (electronic media) to the Wordly Web Site. You may not alter the copyright notice or edit the content of this poem. Please notify the author of your intent to republish. Commercial use of this poem requires written permission and payment of a royalty.

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