Scooping up dropped wings of unused fantasy <br />I contest the rest of winter, <br />.................................................and let spring <br />Declare war on same dark hourlong days, rank with <br />Damp seashore mist, <br />........................while I imagine spring-things. <br /> <br />Kissed with woven threads <br />........................................of golden sun-shiny <br />Skies, vision has plants outgrowing their neighbours, <br />While trees, re-frocked in greeny hues, <br />.......................................................... benignly <br />Spread lush re-growth around feeding flocks, braver <br />Imagery, out-running mind's hold, <br />.....................................................benefits me. <br /> <br />Re-dressed in skimpy clothes, tanning pallid skin, <br />I close winter's door <br />............................to let spring in, freedom seen <br />Means shortest days gone, <br />....................................and as scheming begins. <br />Fancy's bud bursts and rehearses springtime dreams.<br /><br />Fay Slimm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/springtime-dreams/