Sonja Johanson
Spring, When We Have Moved Away
This feels more like late April,
Maybe even early May.
Where I'm from,
March doesn't ride his Harley
Down the empty street,
Bringing you a swath of pussywillows
Or a handful of yellow and purple crocus flowers.
He doesn't kiss you on the neck and face
Until you take off, first, your wool sweater,
Then your turtleneck and bra,
Leaving you in the backyard
Out of sight of the neighbors,
Sun warming your winter white breasts.
Bio
Sonja Johanson attended College of the Atlantic, and currently serves as the training coordinator for the Massachusetts Master Gardener Association. She divides her time between work in Massachusetts and her beloved home in the mountains of western Maine.