See Brian Moses' brill blog for a small collection of new poems in honour of Spring. I'm very glad to to be included. Let's hope this spring is not only the gateway to new growth but also offers the first buds of freedom for all of us. I may be 50, but I miss my mum and dad and can't wait to see them. 🤞🏻
I wrote a simple poem trying to convey a child feeling, and mostly enjoying, the season of spring without needing to know the signs of it.
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Young Spring
When I was young,
spring meant bounce.
Beneath the blossom,
I’d kitten-pounce.
When I was young,
spring meant jump.
Past daffodils,
I’d rabbit-thump.
When I was young,
spring meant hop.
In calm, warm breezes,
I’d warbler-drop
When I was young,
spring meant leap.
Between the sun beams,
I’d chooky-cheap.
When I was young,
spring meant fly.
Beyond the rainbows,
I’d bluebird-spy.
When I was young,
spring meant reach.
At bedtime brightness,
I’d owl-screech.
If you know any inspiring poems on spring, please add links in the comments box below.
