To Spring Poem by Barney Rooney

To Spring



Hail the spur that spurned the rush
to bloom midst all the fragrant blossom crush
among the pastel millions of the same
the wee brown stub that played a waiting game

Hail the twig that blossomed far too late
for spring's imprint that it should procreate
took the future into its own hands
though in its nature proved a fruitless stand

Hail the gambler's laugh at the command
to obey, consume or work as they demand
their discomfort with nature's myriad kind
demanding all must to their weakness bind

Hail to those who entertain a doubt
that other springs will bring to end a drought
of decency, when despots fall in shame
as the new exploiters grapple for the reins

Hail the bud that scorned the warming sun
held off until it thought its moment come
in full colour and vigour and scent
to blossom as to seed the others went

Thursday, October 17, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: hope
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
inspired by the so called 'arab spring'
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
David Harris 05 August 2014

Great poem. Clever use of metaphor.

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