The earliest daffodils are open, those daffs that are frilly and others that are planted to naturalize. The birds are tweeting, not just the people. There are delicious poems about spring to read and write. Look out your window, or notice on your drive to work, the hopeful changes that are taking place. The buds are popping, early flowers are blooming and the air is warming. It’s time for us to blossom, to shed our winter doldrums and write our hearts desire. Here’s a little light verse to give you a smile:

Birth of Spring

Liz and her dog
plodding along.
Iris, jonquils
sleep by the path.
Trees open buds
ready to green.
Liz and her dog
quicken their pace.
Hyacinth blooms
look at the sky.
Blue covers grey,
sun bursts through clouds.
Liz and her dog
dance in the yard,
sniff the fresh air,
laugh at the ants,
walk the old branch
springing to life.
Liz and her dog
attacked by the bugs
prance up and down
shake out the pests
plead to the gods
“take the red ants.”
Liz and her dog
stung by the ants
run to the beach
jump in the pond
cool their six legs
pray for relief.
Liz and her dog
collapse in a
heap.