Spring

I’m waiting for the trees

To kick back their shredded blankets of snow

And suck the spring in through their toes

They’ve dug into the soil,

Squint their eyes hard enough

To squeeze out their many budding tongues

So their green mouths can grow around them

And chew up all that healthy chlorophyll,

Dance in the wind and rain,

And forget about their stiff frozen limbs.