By the window,
lapping up the sun,
I read Rossetti’s, “The First Spring Day,”
and leaned my head against the pane
as if to become one
with blush blossoms
sprouting from the tree
and our neighbor’s sign
in bright yellow, pink and green: hello spring.
Spring: Florence Nightingale’s
cool kiss on the fevered brow of humanity.
Oh blow, swing your lamp—
your breath, meadowsweet,
your step, light, in our cimmerian war.
© 2020 Jennifer Wagner
Hope you all are well. ~Love, Jen
“The First Spring Day” by Christina Rossetti