A Fall Poem About Spring

Dream of Spring
 by Mary McAvoy

Today the sun gives spring-like warmth
and rays of hope after a frigid night.

I turn my face upward and close my eyes.
The sun bathes my cheeks in comforting heat.
My vision swims in the dazzling light that passes through my lids.

I hear the song of a bird
that fools me further, for some seconds,
into thinking that it is indeed spring.

I open my eyes and see the many colors of the leaves
and hear the echo of mauls striking wood.
Both belie the sense of spring that the sun gives.

As I go on my way, crispy leaves crunch under foot.
I’ll have to wait through the long cold season
for spring to truly arrive once again.