Springs

Another quadrille for dVerse with lots of springs in it.

Hidden window

Bed springs ping

as I spring out of bed,

fling the window wide,

let in the air,

brimming with fluttering wings.

Listen to blackbird sing,

bringing morning to the hedge.

Sling on any old thing,

greet the day

with a spring in my step.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

22 thoughts on “Springs”

  1. I like being able to ‘sling on any old thing’ and get out into the morning air, though I rarely spring out of bed. A fun springy poem πŸ™‚

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