A Spring Poem for Zoe

A bouquet of Daffodils in a spring vase.
Echoes of all the springs past.
Water gurgles from the ground
lambs spring from place to place,
a small child bends and effortlessly
plucks a Daffy Dill.
The stem pops and she coats her nose
like a juggler with a spoon,
with Daffy Dill Dust.
She nestles close to Grandpa
and 'Choo-oozes'in his ear.
"A flower Grandpa Gary!"

The Muses speak in Grandpa’s other ear,
echoes of every other spring
and how a spring winds around nothing
like how peeling an onion
lead to a core of void,
a void in which all of creation can and does occur.
Memories burst from cold wet earth
Spiking sunward
a child springs & recoils round & round
sharing beauty with surprise
at how magic springs from the dirt.
A flower springing
A crocus crowing from a corner of the lawn
having crept
the child springs & recoils round
the delicate moment,
as she is the well
of grandpa’s love.