The days are getting longer and a teensy bit warmer. My daffodils are flowering and there’s a spring in my step.
That’s right – spring is here! And yesterday, the first official day of spring in Australia, I found a poem bubbling up from the midst of my joy.
Come in!
Welcome Spring!
Come on in!
Let warmer sunny days begin.
Let daffies trumpet to the sky
That Spring is here
And Summer nigh.
Welcome Spring!
So glad you’re here
Let balmy blue-skied days appear.
Let flowers, bees and birds proclaim
How glad we feel
Because you came.
Welcome Spring,
My dear old friend!
You herald dreary Winter’s end
Such delight and joy you bring
As we welcome
Welcome
Welcome
SPRING!
(Sally Murphy, 2022)
And it’s not only Spring, but it’s also Poetry Friday. Imagine my giggle when I saw that today’s host, Linda at TeacherDance, has titled her own post Welcome September. Of course September is a little different in her part of the world, so it’s wonderful to think we are each able to celebrate such different beginnings.
Happy Spring! Happy September! And (shhhhhhhh) happy birthday to me 🙂
No Words
The Book of Wondrous Possibilities
Alone
The 156-Storey Treehouse
A is for Australian Reefs,
Respect
How to be The New Person,
The Farseekers,
The Mother
The Deceit
Blood & Ink
Thinking Big, by Zig Ziglar and others (AUdible). This is a compilation of chapters and extracts from various motivational/self help experts and was free from Audible. Some good reminders and nuggets of wisdom, and an excellent thing to listen to in bed (I don’t sleep well when away from home, and listening helps).
Alex and the Alpacas Ride Again,
Zadie Ma and the dog who chased the moon
The Lost Child of Chernobyl
Cat Problems
The Way of Dog
August and Jones
Across the Risen Sea
A Clue for Clara
Tilda
Rita’s Revenge
Ella and the Useless Day
I am Susannah
Miss Penny Dreadful & the Midnight Kittens
Dreaming by Starlight
The Boy Who Met a Whale
Rabbit, Soldier, Angel, Thief
The Hidden Girl,
Cotillion
The Case Book of Sherlock Holmes
Benang,
Adultolescence
Bedtime Story

syllable counts. If I’m sticking to a 5/7/5 syllable count for each haiku (and yes, I do know that true haiku do not have to adhere strictly to this count) – then the line about the chocolate drink is questionable. It depends on pronunciation – the dictionary tells me that it definitely has 3 syllables – choc-o-late – but I confess, when Is ay it it definitely comes out with only two – chock – let – which is how it is that I have never noticed this in my own poem before.
All in the Blue Unclouded Weather
Whisper on the Wind
Seree’s Story
Girl from the Sea,
Ninni Yabini
How to Tackle Your Dreams
Old Fellow
Impossible Music
Another Holiday for the Prince
Matthew Flinders’ Cat,
A Kiss From Mr Fitzgerald
Love Stories