Spring Has Sprung!

Despite the dusting of white stuff on the ground, the wet stuff that's falling from the clouds, and the all-too-familiar damp chill in the air... Welcome, Spring! It's official: for Poetry Paraders who live in the Northern Hemisphere (that's us) spring begins each year on the day that the sun shines most directly over the Equator.  After March 20th, spring sunshine spreads northward, waking up the flowers and the trees, warming up the birds and the bees, and inviting us all to step outside... to soak up the sun and the season!

 The Crocus

The golden crocus reaches up
To catch a sunbeam in her cup.

--Walter Crane

 Spring

I'm shouting

I'm singing

I'm swinging through trees

I'm winging sky-high

With the buzzing black bees.

I'm the sun

I'm the moon

I'm the dew on the rose.

I'm a rabbit

Whose habit

Is twitching his nose.

I'm lively

I'm lovely

I'm kicking my heels.

I'm crying "Come dance"

to the freshwater eels.

I'm racing through meadows

Without any coat

I'm a gamboling lamb

I'm a light leaping goat

I'm a bud

I'm a bloom

I'm a dove on the wing.

I'm running on rooftops

And welcoming spring!

--Karla Kuskin

Butterfly Cloth

How fragile

Floats the butterfly,

A banner barely cloth.

Woven of sterner stuff

It seems,

The tapestry of moth.

--Victoria Forrester 

spring artwork by Veronica K.,  Mr. Cronin's fifth grade class