By Khimm Graham
We measure spring in chaste moon phases.
Sunlight traces May Day,
Mother’s blooms of blue hydrangea,
pink azalea, baskets blessed to celebrate
And resurrect a Savior’s grace
opens minds, river, and lake –
Unraveling our winter souls
from down cocoons – khaki and gray
Packed away in cedar chests,
nests of frozen grass and Irish stew.
Then ice boom lifts
our vernal eyes and dormant hearts
To festivals of hedonism –
voyeurism, artful dance, shorter pants
and painted toes delight
the womb of Erie nymphs
and water babies – Boom!
Poet and prose writer KHIMM GRAHAM lives in West Seneca. This poem was written for a past Buffalo “Boom Days” celebration marking the removal of the ice boom from the easternmost end of Lake Erie and the arrival of spring in Western New York.
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