TUESDAY, THE 3rd DAY OF SPRING By Jasen Sousa
TUESDAY, THE 3rd DAY OF SPRING
It’s Tuesday,
the 3rd day of spring
as I sit outside and let sun
shine on my skin.
I look up towards the sky
after a long cold winter,
all I can say is, “Sun where have you been?”
Mounds of snow still survive,
they pile up high on a sidewalk’s edge.
On sides of buildings
are larger piles,
I see, peeking out,
a green hedge.
After a cold, dark and snowy winter,
I witness life that begins to appear.
Animals and insects anxious as us
to catch some rays.
I sit, near my feet, on the warm concrete,
pigeons look for something to eat.
I pull a package of crackers
out of my pocket
and feed them their first springtime treat.
Squirrels chase each other
with a bounce in their step,
they too can feel
the soon to be summer heat.
I see arms for the first time
in a long time.
Jackets are put away for winter,
the wooden bench I sit on,
was recently covered with ice.
Men’s and women’s shirts
unbuttoned an extra hole or two,
they leave their office for lunch
and step into a beautiful blue which seems so new.
This is the type of day
when you go out and walk around,
even if you have nowhere to go and nothing to do.
Workers across the street
take down Christmas lights
off trees with no leaves, bashfully bare.
All around me, signs
that springtime
is finally here.
Cars drive by,
their windows roll down,
and pump up the volume
of their CD’s favorite sound.
Tall office buildings
can’t stop the sun from shining on the ground.
This is Tuesday,
the 3rd day of spring.
I watch a little girl
hold the hand of her mother.
I write a portrait
that a famous painter
will one day color.
Taken From
Almost Forever By Jasen Sousa (Written between age 22 and 23)
©
It’s Tuesday,
the 3rd day of spring
as I sit outside and let sun
shine on my skin.
I look up towards the sky
after a long cold winter,
all I can say is, “Sun where have you been?”
Mounds of snow still survive,
they pile up high on a sidewalk’s edge.
On sides of buildings
are larger piles,
I see, peeking out,
a green hedge.
After a cold, dark and snowy winter,
I witness life that begins to appear.
Animals and insects anxious as us
to catch some rays.
I sit, near my feet, on the warm concrete,
pigeons look for something to eat.
I pull a package of crackers
out of my pocket
and feed them their first springtime treat.
Squirrels chase each other
with a bounce in their step,
they too can feel
the soon to be summer heat.
I see arms for the first time
in a long time.
Jackets are put away for winter,
the wooden bench I sit on,
was recently covered with ice.
Men’s and women’s shirts
unbuttoned an extra hole or two,
they leave their office for lunch
and step into a beautiful blue which seems so new.
This is the type of day
when you go out and walk around,
even if you have nowhere to go and nothing to do.
Workers across the street
take down Christmas lights
off trees with no leaves, bashfully bare.
All around me, signs
that springtime
is finally here.
Cars drive by,
their windows roll down,
and pump up the volume
of their CD’s favorite sound.
Tall office buildings
can’t stop the sun from shining on the ground.
This is Tuesday,
the 3rd day of spring.
I watch a little girl
hold the hand of her mother.
I write a portrait
that a famous painter
will one day color.
Taken From
Almost Forever By Jasen Sousa (Written between age 22 and 23)
©