A to Z Challenge

For the A-Z challenge, we decided to post a new and original poem every day. Today Regina recounts joy for the letter "J".


Spring Joy

Widows of fall discarded and

oppressed by winter's icy slumber.

Bland browns, faint yellows

washed-out reds,

not sought after by

lovers, painters

or collectors.

Dry, brittle leaves decomposing

to create the stench of

spring's compost.

Once late September's crown jewels

now forest floor litter

where wild green chives

poke through taunting me

with the taste of rebirth.