In celebration of National Poetry Monthwe are posting a poem a day. Today’s poem was sent in by a faithful reader. If you have a favorite poem (or two) send it along to frank@mytownmatters.com.

Spring by Linda Pastan

Just as we lose hope
she ambles in,
a late guest
dragging her hem
of wildflowers,

her torn
veil of mist,
of light rain,
blowing
her dandelion
breath
in our ears;
and we forgive her,
turning from
chilly winter
ways,
we throw off
our faithful
sweaters
and open
our arms.