National Poetry Month: Day #6

I wasn’t crazy about the writing prompt for today, but I decided to keep in the spirit of the prompt and still write about what I saw outside the window.

spring in three parts
1.
fishermen
walk like Jesus
across icy waters
as march winds
rage.

2.
gray skies kiss
ground soaked with cold rain–
a sub zero winter
followed by a mid-thirties spring,
winter’s chill still clings
to april air.
sir april fool plays us once again.

3.
and heaven sings
in the frosty air of spring.
or is it the birds
full of good intentions?
God or bird
or universal push–
hope swells.