Last week saw me writing about a late season ice storm. Today when I walked my dog, it was in the mid-twenties (that’s the high seventies for my American friends 🙂 This poem is about the joy of Spring. It truly is my favourite time of the year. Enjoy!
Spring Poem Redux
Oh, glorious Spring, beloved time,
Bring forth your warmest green,
We’ve just survived the frozen months,
So long since you’ve been seen.
It’s not yet May heat like July,
Last week all sheathed in ice,
If I’ve a choice between the two,
The warmer one is nice.
There’s crocus blooming in my yard,
First open every spring,
A splash of brilliant colour there,
They promise everything.
While out today I heard the drone,
Of early season bees,
Again, their labour blesses us,
In gardens, farms and trees.
All nature wakes from it’s long sleep,
Anew the cycle starts,
With baby birds and animals,
And blooms to fill our hearts.
This is my favourite time of year,
Before the summer heat,
Turns untold shades of green to brown,
Such beauty down each street.
Not every day can be as sweet,
As this fine day has been,
Yet even in the wind and rain,
There’s beauty to be seen.
So, venture forth the world waits,
Just there beyond your door,
Perhaps you think you’ve seen it all,
You’ve not, there’s always more.
For nature’s vast and we are small,
And what you’ve seen has changed.
Things you had seen are not the same,
Time’s touch has rearranged.
Now in this season of the new,
Look and renew your soul,
By opening to this new growth,
Might make what’s broken whole.
Cheers,


