SPRING JOY

The long-awaited showers come at last

and birth us forth from winter’s sheltered womb.

With lightening flash and then the thunder’s boom,

the hard rain soaks our yard to mud so fast,

my house has lost its shine and I’m aghast--

our dog’s big paws leave tracks from room to room

while I, with my rag mop, just scrub and fume

although I know this time will soon be past.

With great joy I shall welcome blessed May

when roses bloom and spread their lovely cheer.

They seem to sing and in their sweet refrain

they call to mind a long ago spring day

when my beloved said to me, “My dear,

come walk with me. Let’s stroll down Lover’s Lane.

An Italian Sonnet

Second Place 

Siloam Spring Writers

May challenge