Welcome, Spring
Geranium Kiss
Pulled curtains
let a fair wind ride,
clear a view of light-green trees.
In five springs at this address
the changes are the same:
forsythia, jonquils, scarlet tulips,
magnolia petals like nature's makeup,
an old stumpy tree
hoisting a few branches
topped by bobbing white blossoms,
more gold bushes.
Geraniums - the geranium kiss
smeared on backyards,
and long-nosed lilacs
sniffing at bees.
Paul Marion
Spring Sunday
So you think you know
something about Sunday?
Have you seen a bee hover,
now that the snow is gone, scanning
awakened earth for signs of spring?
So you have heard the yard broom
scratch, seen one April day break
away from the winter gloom.
Three black visitors "caw!"
Being here this spring day,
they've earned a place in New Hampshire
pasture; they are the bells calling us
to church, to God, this April morning.
Frank Anthony
even the strong oak
reaching up to catch the moon
cannot keep it long
Del Todey Turner
Poem No. 86
Spring day;
my love
smiles.
Before we
met, the
winter had
no end
Carl A. Wertman
In Praise of Spring
I fill the round blue bowl
of morning with silence
broken only
by the soft silver speech of birds
in the dogwood's bare branches.
Under the radiant veil
of this spring sky
I imagine
the stars shining.
Maria Mazziotti Gillan
Jonquils are first to
light spring's candle. Behold gold,
filched from sun's coffers!
Louise E. Larrabee
robin
in bare apple tree -
false alarm
Andrea Vlahakis
