Springtime is a honking goose, Hordes of busy bees, Enshelled chicks breaking loose, Leaflets on the trees
Springtime is a bursting cloud, Rivers overrun, Lightning striking, thunder loud, Mist pierced by the sun
Springtime is a rainbowed sky, Dew on sprouting grass, Bright-eyed bunnies bolting by, Days that longer last
That is Springtime in your hand That you lift to your nose And you have helped me understand That love when planted grows
Dad Commander
(For Bub’s 4th Spring)
This article appears in Cal Poly Presents’ Season of Change.
Loved it! Love his choice of words. I’m a poet myself, when inspired. I especially like the lightning strikes verse, paragraph.