Each morning that the sun comes up we stand with breath abated.
Iris oh Iris, standing tall
Fig tree greening on limbs all
Easter bunnies I see appear
It must be spring again this year
Honeysuckle blossoms bloom
Hummingbird to it zoom zoom zoom
Is that a Lady rose donned in white
Brittlebush yellow ever so bright
Scents through desert start to waft
Children on spring break I hear laugh
This morning came some spring showers
Soon there will be many more flowers
Still there's a chill that cools the air
Some rattlesnakes found, walkers beware
Somewhere nearby coyotes yowl
Oh look at the quail, such adorable fowl
The moon has been bright in the night sky
On a clear spring night stars sparkle high
Someone has planted tomato plants again
Spring Fever gives one's head a spin
Dear Spring,
By Marilyn-Lara (LaraOct7@aol.com)
It was the yellow crocus that whispered and told me
you were coming, but maybe I shouldn't tell.
I suspected as much, however, because
the forsythia has been waving its flags for a week.
And the daffodils: they sprang up just in time
to give you a cheery welcome.
The robins, too, are glad you're here.
They've flown about for days gathering twigs for their nest-building.
But Spring, dear, did you mean to chill us
like you did this morning? You arrived
with a sky full of warmth but you cooled during the night.
This morning we were shocked to discover we were back to winter cold.
Don't shy away, dear Spring,
Stick around and turn up some heat. Inspire the tulips to bloom.
Give a gentle caress to the bleeding hearts and pansies.
Nudge the rodies and the Bradford Pear trees.
You are my favorite of the four seasons, did you know?
I just wish I could hold you for a year instead of having to let you go.
I know you must move on when the time comes so I intend to enjoy you to the fullest.
This is your season. This is your time.
By Norma (Twi1ite@sbcglobal.net)
Letter to Spring
Dearest Spring, heart of my heart,
I noticed your timid and early start,
For cruel Winter tried to freeze you out,
Tho with melted fresh water, you won out.
Blustering Wind can’t blow you back,
Your beauteous colors remain intact.
I love your perfume so sweet I sing,
With newborn birds with happy wings
New squirrels bark fresh out of twig nests,
Mamas duty place their babes to the test,
Your sky is somehow a different blue,
Your clouds look new when they’re drifting through.
I know you must grow into summer’s green,
And your blossoms for a season again not seen.
Wild clover and thistle to be manicured lawns.
Cool pink mornings into hot orange dawns.
That’s a far away summer tomorrow,
Goodbyes I refuse to view and borrow,
You must be sure I’ll love you today,
And know you’ll never be too far away.
By Phyllis Ann (Starbird55@comcast.net)
Hello Spring
Hello Spring, I've missed your sweet smile.
I hope you are back to stay for a little while.
Please don't let frost your lovely blooms adorn.
I would not like to see you sad and forlorn.
Spring, you have wisps of April in your hair.
To me your beauty leaves little to compare.
Please, dear Spring, stay and let us enjoy your warmth and color so fair.
Winter is over, so dark and filled with despair.
Spring you fill me with joy and hope for Summer days ahead.
I love you dear season when all is done and said.
