Spring

Foliage swelling cracks in the doorstep,
a forest right by the front door.
wildlife sprouting where winter had withered,
promising springtime once more.

Daffodils sprouting in otherwise graveyards,
Butterflies resting their wings.
Buds dot the trees and the birds bring the worms home,
to feed up the new chicks that sing.

Wildflowers find their homes down by the river,
the sun once so crisp is now warm.
Bees leave the hive from the swallows of sleeping,
to comfrey and clover they swarm.

Sun rises in morning and vacuums the night-time,
peaking the blue skies by noon,
children play longer and groan when their mothers
call them for supper too soon.

New bleating lambs and farm-life awakened,
life surged back into the fields.
The sun has her warmth and the bees have their haven,
The harrows of winter have healed.

Reviews

[willweb]

That was really nice. There is so much to like about this poem. For one, it feels happy and it also brings back memories of my childhood, especially the 4th stanza...I can still hear my mother calling me home for dinner. Really well written, the rhymes are great and the cadence flows pretty smooth.