Spring Has Sprung When…
Pastel adulation decorates world
murals in meditative Claude Monet
reprints, an appeasing sight trailing
months of shaded gray. Symphonic Mozart
renditions harmonize melodic tunes.
Gentle breezes, sometimes gusts,
motivate revelers to wave hello.
Mother Nature’s temperate forces
unite in unspoken promise--
resting winter-weary bodies,
motivating secluded souls.
Season’s fever breaks out the Kleenex.
Pestilent pollen, budding blossoms
spring leaks in tender window eyes,
feather-tickles runny noses.
ACHOO!
That’s how you know spring has sprung.
2 comments:
Love this poem about spring - and the whimsy of the sneeze:) Especially love the winter-weary bodies and secluded souls. Good one!
What a wonderful herald into spring you give. Then the unexpected, true to life ending with ACHOO!
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