A Spring Poem
By Barbara Novack
Writer-in-Residence, Molloy College
It comes overnight, the bursting forth;
it comes in a moment when the eyes close
in a blink:
from gnarled gray barren branches
casting stark street shadows
to leaf-fluffed avenues, all green rustling,
all dancing light.
It comes soft, the breeze borne sigh;
This poem is appearing right now in the April/May Creations Magazine It's also at www.creationsmagazine.com.