SPRING
 

The days are getting warmer, but there’s still a faint chill

Rain has painted emerald every borough, tree and hill

 

Petals waft like snowflakes onto arbors and fronds

Tadpoles wriggle mightily in shady, lazy ponds

 

Daffodils poke their heads up, then gaze at their feet

Tulips stand in glory and won’t admit defeat

 

Ducks quack their welcome to their newly hatched chicks

Egret, cormorant and swan add their chorus to the mix

 

Fawn takes his first steps under Doe’s watchful eye

Fledglings spread their wings and learn how to fly

 

The sweet smell of hyacinth competes with fresh mown lawn

Too soon, daylight hours will lengthen and Spring will have gone.

 

Jeannine Gerkman 1/24/15