Harris Tobias’ most recent poem to appear here was Riches (September 2014).

Spring at Last
By Harris Tobias

What snow is left upon the ground
Lies in ratty tatters
The new buds I found are all that matters
The seasons change
The clockwork gears grind and mesh
And raise the curtain on a fresh scene
It’s so good to look again on something green
Man that winter was so long and cold
I thought the machinery of changes was stuck on hold
Then I was struck by how little bite was left in the old man
Winter was a hollow shell
Toothless and dependent
And Spring was, for all I could tell,
Young and strong and ascendant