Thursday, March 19, 2015

Remembering Spring

The first spring shower

falls on a Midwestern inner-city,

as ghosts of April’s past

ascend again from crumbling streets.


In the suburbs,

the offspring catch the scent

and smile

 remember the grandparents’ dreams.


Back on main street

the ancient oaks still standing guard,

are given new life

and forsaken houses are reborn,

in the water's relentless purity.


With the rain

fresh buds are born again

 in a long forgotten backyard

where in summer

our grandparents’ barbequed with the neighbors


On this rainy spring day

the downpour washes away winter’s solitary memory,

and hope spirals recklessly out of control

and we remember eternity.