In honor of the now fully arrived Spring here in Michigan (70s in April? This is a miracle for us), a poem about this beautiful season. I can only hope everyone around me is enjoying the day as well, given all the booze that’s already starting to flow. Final Four Championship today–this place shall be a madhouse. Nevertheless, I give my obligatory shout-out to my fellow Spartans: Go Green!
Anyhow, this poem was composed back in High School, during one of my major poetry bouts:
Look now the snow is fading,
The grape vines now are creeping
And the frogs once more are leaping.
Flowers reach out for the light-
They had put up quite a fight,
Surviving all the winter fright!
Watch the little children playing-
Lovers on the green grass laying
Death’s dark power now decaying.
The sun’s bright light is beaming,
And the choirs take up singing,
As the Poets start their dreaming-
Dreaming of the days long past-
Spring is here at last!