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Spring Fever
Daniel Budd


After sniffling through winter,
            gray souls drifting with the snow,
            fortified with vitamins C & D and
            all the antioxidants we could get our hands on,
The antidote to our apathy arises:
            the first ray of morning light through a crack in the fence
            spins us around to find its source,
            as amazed as our ancestors at Stonehenge.
Then, as sun rise after rise washes away
            the vestiges of the dark season,
            we discover our temperatures rising and
            we rejoice: Spring is the one fever
We do not crawl into bed to get over.

© by Daniel Budd.
Used here with the author's permission.



Daniel Budd has been reading and writing poetry since finding W.H. Auden's "Like Love" torn out of a paperback and lying on the floor of his high school cafeteria. A retired Unitarian minister in Cleveland Heights, Ohio, he is very appreciative of the time he can now devote to reading and writing.

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Wilda Morris:
Fun! I love the ending.
Posted 03/26/2021 01:17 PM
Let it rise!
Posted 03/25/2021 09:38 PM
Lori Levy:
Love how the first ray of light comes through a crack in the fence.
Posted 03/25/2021 05:51 PM
Arlene Gay Levine:
Second stanza knocks this poem out of the park! Thanks, Daniel.
Posted 03/25/2021 11:54 AM
Wonderful last line.... Randy
Posted 03/25/2021 10:32 AM
michael escoubas:
Thank you Daniel, for this interesting form where indented lines develop the opening line. It is both structured and free at the same time. Nicely done and your last line is unique and original.
Posted 03/25/2021 09:47 AM
Spring is singing all around me here in NC. I am up, and out!!! Great poem!
Posted 03/25/2021 09:35 AM
Sharon Waller Knutson:
This poem is clever and well crafted from the first line: after sniffling through winter to the last: spring is the one fever we don't crawl into bed to get over.
Posted 03/25/2021 09:24 AM
I will be looking for the first rays of sun here this morning.
Posted 03/25/2021 09:12 AM
The first two lines definitely sum up how I feel in winter. So look forward to that returning light.
Posted 03/25/2021 08:20 AM
Larry Schug:
Spring fever--the true pandemic. "the first ray of morning light through a crack in the fence spins us around". Indeed!
Posted 03/25/2021 07:39 AM

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