Touch of Spring

Iris C. 10th - San Jose, CA
Its branches bare,
the lone tree stands, 
watching fall’s golden leaves 
blowing in the breeze
till they touch down
on the worn dirt ground
and lay there.

Come winter,
the lone tree stands 
through rain and unforgiving sleet.
rocked back and forth, 
bent by violent winds.

Yet still the lone tree stands, 
stains of rain on its careworn 
bark, the last tears of 
the tempest’s storms.

It is waiting 
for snowdrops and daffodils,
the air to fill with honeyed scents,
petals that float and dance,  
as birds sing a tinkling tune 
about the touch of 
spring.