Young Spring Poem - bring on the sunshine, but don't send me to bed early

'Young Spring' How I used to hate being sent to bed in spring & summer for being naughty; that light that peeked through the #seams in your curtains and ridiculed you for having to end the possibilities of a sunshine day prematurely - friends still playing and laughing on the pavement outside your window.


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.


Mark Bird


Sunlight Through Curtains

Check out Brian Moses' mini-spring anthology here!

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