This poem is for the Secret Keeper’s writing challenge. The words this week are:
LIGHT | TASTE | DRY | RICH | HOME
Spring tastes of sunlight,
rain on damp grass,
the green froth of uncurling leaves.
Spring smells of rich loam,
churned and tunnelled,
the leaf mould dug and scattered
by bird feet and sharp hooves.
Spring coats the thirsty senses
with the brisk west wind, wet and sea-salty.
Spring is the bursting, effervescing, burgeoning
of this space, this time—