How I Almost Missed The Spring (Poetry)

Caught up in a fever — sense and vision blurred
I must have missed the first bud fizz awake —
those sun-blown mild explosions morning brought
so quietly — much too gradually to make

a drama large outside the window’s glass
so subtle in its acid-green display
delirium caught nothing of its act
while fever lost the track of each new day.

The weeks went by — passing sun and rain
merging their soft pattern while I slept
waiting out the illness — drug-cocooned
unknowing that outside the season crept ...

I woke to find the party in full swing —
birdsong — blossom perfuming warm breeze
and departing in the distance misty grey
a hunchback shadow dragged the beast disease.