Springtime Meditation On this spring afternoon, There’s a wind from the northeast. That in its dampness Almost carries the scent of the sea. And the just-budding apple trees Stretch crooked limbs upward, Asking for the heaven’s warmth – Or are those outstretched limbs Admonitory; pointing to the sky To remind us that the heavens Which reach the earth And fill us with life, As in the nascent buds On those nearly barren branches, Might just as easily Rain down ice Or unmerciful sun?
Joseph Kleponis lives north of Boston, Massachusetts. His poetry has been appeared in Boston Literary Magazine, Eucalypt, First Literary Review -East, Penmen Review of Southern New Hampshire University, Muddy River Poetry Review, and Wilderness House Literary Review. Truth’s Truth, his first book, was released in 2021 by Kelsay Books.
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