Spring Comes
by Krystin MacPherson

Spring comes,
With a jack hammer
In one hand,
A crocus in the other.

Winter is drilled
Chiseled, hammered to bits,
Ice shattered down to soil.

You left the window
Open last night.
This morning the winter wren’s
Soliloquy is of sex.

The earth is pushing,
Breathing, squeezing.
The crocus comes
head first.

Krystin MacPherson is a student at Fairhaven College. She is learning about all the different things she can write about, like tulips and jack hammers and birds.