Ghosts of Spring
By
Jennifer Angelina Petro
The spring breeze haunts me,
Every flower calls my name,
Winter holds me fast.
The ghosts in the spring
Flow through the weeping cherries,
Then fall to the ground.
I saw the ghost child
Wandering through the garden
Wishing it was fall.
Spring ghosts whispering;
The dogwoods acknowledge their voice
Weeping white petals.
The dead follow close,
The daffodils bow their heads,
Blessing as we pass.
Dearest magnolia,
How can it be you are there,
Fancying up the sky?
Spring wind chases by,
Stirring my hair as it goes,
Leaving me behind.
Someone mows a lawn,
The sound drifts through the window,
Melting through my mind.
Children’s spring laughter
Fluttering through the window,
Waking up the ghosts.
Rain-scented pavement
Permeates my feeling life,
Understands the tears.