This Thing of Spring

Posted: March 21, 2016 in free verse, poem, poet, poetry, Seasons

Open the doors to this thing of Spring
let purple buds spread and dandelions plant themselves deep.
Among the changing grass from brown to green
the six-legged bugs will be lost to sharp beaked and orange breasted birds.
Follow the north creeping eastern Sun
warming the wind, rain and river wanderers.
Walk slowly together  under  rain and umbrella silks
with bare feet in buckle rubber boots that splatter shallow pools.
Turn your rose cheeks to the sky and rejoice in the wet taste of this thing of spring.

DSS

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Comments
  1. rushmorejudd says:

    Very nice (6 inches of snow here today but this poem lifted my spring spirits.)

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  2. Love this one! It’s visuals and smells and sounds say, “YAY for Spring!!!” 🙂
    Springy-HUGS!!! 🙂

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  3. PS…I just posted some spring flowery poems I wrote…well, sorta’ spring flowery…sorta’ lovey-dovey. 🙂

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