Poetry
SPRING 2022A chance to spring
by JEAN ANNE FELDEISEN
April-soft rain on the window this morning like—
a quiet murmur that begs—
I languish—
just listen.
My rocking chair the site
of delights—a coffee, warm buttered bread,
sweater and soft slippers, swaddled
in a blanket of rain light.
Things needing to be done. Shush! Here is
a rainy excuse for meandering
among—
some
spent flowers, sweet kisses—heady words.
Serious plans
are for bright days.
After, I wander in secret places, mossy paths,
see tiny violets hidden in grass.
Winding
through fields
I ponder tiny bluet and starflower.
After violent shear of a mower,
punched-flat violet stems spring right back up
I can’t say that
I spring back up anymore
but simply allow the stem
to rise slowly
upright.
Jean Anne Feldeisen
Jean Anne Feldeisen is a former resident of New Jersey, now living in Washington, Maine. She has undergraduate degrees in philosophy and English literature and a master’s degree in social work. She currently works as a psychotherapist from her home. This year, at age seventy-two, she had her first poem published in Spank the Carp. She has been writing and collecting poems since childhood, and she believes now is the time to share some of these stories.