After all the grey clouds and rain, rain, rain,
green appeared today,
waking up from a long sleep,
twinkling in the sunlight.
The cypress trees are happy now,
their toes dipped in the water,
their needles as bright
as a neon sign.
“We’re waking up!” they say.
“Come see our new growth
soft as a baby’s forehead,
sweet as honeysuckle.”
Even the weeds are perky today,
pushing out tall stalks
beyond the brown grass,
topped with yellow buttercups.
Turn off your worrying mind.
It’s a day to open
windows and sneeze
Hello to Spring!
IN the darkness I’m smiling, grinning in your spring!!! Even the weeds make me smile đ
I love your poem! I noticed yesterday how there were the beginnings of soft green leaves beginning on my maple and my hydrangeas. Oh, how I love spring!
I love how you add the sneezing in the imagery.
Your bayou looks fresh and Spring soaked, Margaret. Lovely poem with which to greet the week.
Love the imagery and figurative language in your poem, Margaret. You brought your cypress to life, just as spring did!
We had just a little bit of rain and I noticed “even the weeds” perked up on the hillsides. Water is magical, like this poem.
I thought you always had green in the Bayou. You’ve taught me something. We aren’t at the green stage yet but I sense a shift in the winds.
This is beautiful. I love the word neon to describe the color of the needles and the comparison of new green to the softness of a baby’s forehead.
Your words are lovely, Margaret! And is that a wind chime I spy on the cypress?
Beautiful words! I too noticed how things are becoming green.
Beautiful imagery, Margaret! I love those neon bright needles!