Spring is coming.
The pear tree blooms.
Each blossom lacy.
Its glory looms.
Each petal a snow flake
Falling in the breeze.
As small green fists
Push out on the trees.
The leaves on branches
In wonder they bring
Sounds of their coming
For birds of the spring.
It has been an unusual week. I took this picture on Tuesday when it was 73 degrees. On Wednesday we had snow, something almost unheard of in Tucson.
But my daffodils are showing yellow about ready to bloom.
I hope your winter is almost over too. Can you write a poem about the coming of spring? What does spring mean to you? Robins? Paperwhites? Violets? Tree frogs singing? Have fun writing your poem.
Poetry Friday roundup is hosted this week by Sheri Doyle at sheridoyle.blogspot.com Thank you, Sheri. I enjoyed reading about your Dad. My father-in-law had his 92nd birthday today.
