Brown lawn, long
Gone to Winter's
Talons...
Made a bed for snow...
Lake for rain...
Home for crickets...
Some night, when
We're asleep...
Spring's Dragon
Will fly, tearing at
Dead grass
With deadlier claws...
Morning's Sun
Will remember green.
The Dragon's gift...
Five months not seen...
elysabeth faslund
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-is-a-draggoning-in/
