April Afternoons

MorgueFile by GaborfromHungary

wait, spring will find you

look for emergent grubs under the underbrush

when newly hatched birds

are hungriest

or motes that dance on

pale afternoon light

through slanted windows

its warmth teaches

glimmering seedlings to push

through dirt and claim their spot

advancing spring claims its horizon

shadows thicken

the gloaming finds us both

in its gentled hand

a tinkle of glasses marks a win at cards

Audrey Howitt Poetry, Alive and Well