Spring

for Sam Thomas
     I wake up now
Brain fires mind—one motif—
     Green shadows grow,
The child unfurling as the leaf
     I want to know

     Jump in puddle
Water explodes intricate,
     Riotous muddle:
Profuse and gay and delicate
     Mummy cuddle

     Daddy not help
See in small tender kind
     The new world’s wealth;
Spread arms, toss head, roar down the wind
     Do it own self

Reuben Thomas
26th March 2013

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Last updated 2018/05/09