finding spring
Sun shades the world, dipped shadows
ribboned through glaring sunlight
exploding from random puddle remnants,
linden leaves droop under water weight—
robins seek and peck, magpies scavenge
through morning, hawks, spreadeagled
shadows rising on the wind.
Boundless waves of morning wash
on the shore of noon, this moment
the first on earth, the sky never so blue,
sunlight never so bright, as if God
Himself rode the heavens, the crease
of smile interrupting His solemn face,
creation riding His brow.
John Poole is a new writer of poetry. He teaches English education courses at Brigham Young University-Idaho. He finds inspiration for poetry from his students and from his wife and six children. He has taught English in public high school and alternative high schools.