Another spring poem (with video)

I feel winter

Oozing out of me

The last bit

Of bitter toothpaste

In a tube

I have used

For too long,

The dribble

Of pale remains

Dripping from

Every part of me

As I wait

For spring

To come

And ache

For the blooming

The change

Always brings,

Buds bursting

In and around me

That explosion

Shaking me

Waking me

Raising me up

So I feel

Fulfilled again

That throbbing

Amazing feeling

Of expiring old

And glorious new

That wondrous haze

That flows

Out of me

To fill up

Those gaps
I have in my life

A magnificent

Phosphorescence

That blinds me

To all else

And leaves me

Exhausted

And inspired

Like nothing

Else can...