This Day 518 of the daily new poems our poet Rosemary Drescher sees that Spring can be an elastic impulse as life takes hold of infant seedlings and baby legs …
Spring as elastic impulse
Again a heart propels each new beat of blood
a seed ruptures, impelling its shoot against gravity
seedlings thread a teeming nano-city underground
to emerge through topsoil crumb
into the weightless spaces of light
And the baby, pudgy bud,
pincers the bamboo weft of a coffee table
grips the warp and pulls, pushing
with knees unfolding under him,
arms making sudden muscles
to haul, heft, press up
from the seat of infancy
into the weighty spaces of personhood
Rosemary Drescher