In Spring

 

crocus pop forth through snow traces

robins appear while winds yet sting

hopes of warm days cheer dour faces

to smile, laugh, whistle and sing

 

lightness of heart strikes up a song,

tulips and daffodil blooming

melted away, winter so long,

so smile, laugh, whistle and sing

 

buds, trumpets of prelude appeal

soft breezes emote playful flings

fresh air restores gusto and zeal

to smile, laugh, whistle and sing

Reviews

[Nath]

Great poem.
It is amazing how spring can warm not only the earth and restore life where there was none, but also restore one's spirits.
Your poem reflects, in my eyes, this simultaneous development very well.
With its uplifting tone, I can very well imagine it as the song that is sung and whistled.
Well written!

[Samuel Dickens]

This is a very good, uplifting poem of Spring, that most hopefull time of year. It always inspires me when I see the world burst forth in brilliant color.

[Vanessa]

It's always refreshing to come across a poem that exudes good feeling. I like how your poem draws out the reader as if from the snow. I can sense spring already just by these words. My favorite line, "buds, trumpets of prelude appeal". Great work!!

[cest la vie]

Oh I adore this.. in these wintry days, yes, the majesty of spring is right around the corner.
"to smile, laugh, whistle and sing.. Wonderful line..almost a little song in itself..
Great poem, James:-)