[Newspoetry] Newspoetry Weather

[William Gillespie]

Spring is Coming

Winter is ending, antique and ornate
Covered with crystalline jewels
Sun's warming up to the snowman, who melts
Drifts weep themselves into shimmering pools

Now spring is coming, ambiguous friend
Though I can't say as I know you
Come here and sit by my window with me
Examine the evidence I will now show you

See how the oak is obscuring the sun?
If I'm not mistaken, they're kissing
Sky turns to blue as the goose passes through
Oblivious to the affection it's missing

Birches touch branches high over the fence
Wind looks the other direction
They can't restrain themselves isn't it precious
Oozing with sap and with trembling affection

Cumulonimbus is certainly pretty
Jetstream must fill it with bliss
See, when the cloud passes over the city
Skyscraper stretches to give it a kiss

Look: in my kitchen, poor knife is despondent
Fork ran away with the spoon
Colander maybe can get it beyond it
See, in the dishrack? It's starting to swoon

There, watch the lettuce caress the tomato
There in the salad so nice
Teakettle's whistling, but that baked potato
Only has eyes for the sack of brown rice

Ice cream is melting beneath the hot fudge
My oh my, how can you blame it?
Strawberry on top refuses to budge
Coldly ignoring the ice cream to shame it

Coffee and cream waltz, they swirl round and round
Black and white, hot and cold weather
Bread makes a bed for sweet grape jelly's head
Later my mouth will embrace them together

There, over there, by the unfinished painting
See how the brushes are blushing?
Easel's in bliss, yes it's practically fainting
Embracing the painting, its aesthetics rushing

Paintbrush lays red strokes right next to the blue
Blushing in terrible shyness
Green gets so jealous that yellow gets frightened
Whispers the words to the purple "your highness"

Novella opens itself to the sketchbook
Dazed dandelion shakes its head
Typewriter gasps as the truth becomes naked
Butterfly cannot resist
Antelope passes the lioness twice
Pencil is drawing the line
Flowers all grow on the flowerbed slowly
Horses are all getting hitched
Forklift is trying to pick up the palette
Stuntpilot flirts with disaster
Scientist hits on another solution
Airplane approaches the runway
Convict's embracing the old ball and chain
Rainshower's falling for you
Answering machine, poor thing sits by the phone
Gears hoping to get engaged

Sun waltzes earth from the dark into day
Galaxies wink from afar
Moon is entranced and cannot turn away
Whispering "I'm gonna make you a star"

It maddens me, saddens me badly, I tell you
Witness these creatures unfettered
As we calmly sit here, mature and austere
They really don't know any better

Thank you for sharing this vision with me
I confess: sometimes I miss you
I could go on and on ad infinitum
Fuck, but I'm dying to kiss you

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