Over here in Denver
Where the Plains surrender

Fragile blooms of yellow and white
Are stepping out, into sunlight

Playing odds that winter’s dead
To volunteer a flower bed

Weeds and grass are in a rush
To make it coarse or make it plush

Mother Earth’s mountain breast
Melt and milk the magpie nest

The swelling banks once panned for metals
Now have skiers that switched to pedals.

Over all the mountains sing
Winter’s over – welcome Spring.

©2007, Don Rehling

While studying online, Don Rehling’s watery classroom stretched across the Caribbean, Bahamas, and the entire east coast of North America. After 11 years at sea, he has disembarked to explore writing and whatever higher ground has to offer.

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