SPRING PIROUETTES

by Mariane Holbrook

Spring steps mischievously
out of her long winter gown,
kicks it high and purposefully into the air
where it soars kite-like
above bud-swollen trees,
robust March winds
and jonquils peeking hopefully 
through hard, thickened sod.

Spring's gown
gaily darts and plunges
knife-like through the air,
twisting and turning,
dancing and pirouetting,
shouting merrily
to bleary-eyed, dormant creatures,
who yawn and stretch below,
“Wake up, wake up,
our long night is over.
We made it,
it’s morning,
it’s spring.”