O March In Spring Poem by Jenne Kaivo

The war expands a bit off where it’s
Bright and dry and I can’t see.
But here I’ve seen the bluebells bloom
More sort of violet, really.
I looked away for half a day
And trunks of cherry trees are topped by voids
Of pink and pale and it’s
Saint Patrick’s day, I haven’t got a speck
Of green, I’ll wind up pinched.
O Spring, O Brilliant Spring!
O March the year the governor declared
An awful state of drought!
O Easter’s pastel candies filling halls, the way,
Despite revolting taste,
They tempt!
O great clear skies and vistas not fogged off,
The meager snow on mountain peaks that’s still enough
For lovely contrast with the jagged stones,
And wind so strong that dries my hair and teases up the bay
And flutters papers down the street, the news concealed in them
Of war we do that grows, so far from here, unrest,
But why should I be discontent
While flowers bloom on every bush
And everywhere they can?