Monday, March 21, 2022
Spring springs!
And you all responded with some good poems!
And of course we should start with our gardeners, Desiree and Christine. There was this from Desiree:
Crosses on their backs
Looking for “the one” … or two.
Spring peepers warm up.
Looking for “the one” … or two.
Spring peepers warm up.
And from Christine:
I am hurriedly
spreading mulch in my garden
The ground knows it's Spring.
spreading mulch in my garden
The ground knows it's Spring.
The Medievalist gets it:
The ice finally
Decides to break up and leave,
Piling on the shore.
Decides to break up and leave,
Piling on the shore.
And so does Jill Scoggins:
They start as yellow
capsules on green stalks, then BAM!
Daffodils surge forth!
capsules on green stalks, then BAM!
Daffodils surge forth!
There was a nice anonymous entry:
Purple hyacinths
One whiff -- a season unfolds
Resurrection, Hope.
One whiff -- a season unfolds
Resurrection, Hope.
Finally, my dad's made sense to me!:
Springtime is known for
unpredictability
and new beginnings.
unpredictability
and new beginnings.
