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Poem of Spring poem by Nicolle Foster June 1998 anticipating spring ~ awaiting the days I can sleep under the stars write poetry on sun-dappled afternoons dance in a moonlit garden swim and paint and wiggle my toes in the grass when i feel so alive giddy tingly i could dance away. long dreary winter days leave such a gloom the darkness sits under my skin and pouts. i cannot tolerate one minute longer as i stand on a chair tying a knot on the end of a rope to hang myself wit and then~ wait~ pop! suddenly the sun bursts forth with a splash of yellow warmth. hooray!! i step down from the chair take my rope outside and i skip rope in the sun.