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Poetry Friday: Spring Is Here

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It’s Poetry Friday and, here in Australia at least, it is Spring! Not being a winter person, I have been looking forward to Spring for weeks – months even.

So, of course, today I want to share a poem about Spring. A few weeks back Heidi from My Juicy Little Universe hosted Poetry Friday, and shared a poem mourning the ending of summer. You can read her poem here.Ā  I loved the form of her poem so much that I wanted to experiment with it for myself. IĀ  set myself an extra challenge of using one rhyme sound for each stanza, just to see if I could. Here is my effort:

Spring is Here!

Birds are tweeting. Spring is here

Lambs are bleating. Spring is here

Cold is fleeting. Spring is here.

Sun is greeting. Spring is here.

Willie wagtail

No more shivering

No more dithering

No more quivering

Spring is here!

 

Leaves are greening. Spring is here.

Birds are preening. Spring is here.

Folks are cleaning. Spring is here.

Garden tools leaning. Spring is here

 

No more complaining

No cold raining

Or chill blaining

Spring is here!

 

Magpies singing. Spring is here.

Kids are swinging. Spring is here

Spring is springing! Spring is here.

Yes spring

spring

spring

is finally here!

(Copyright Sally Murphy 2015)

Thanks so much to Heidi for the inspiration.

Poetry Friday today is hosted by Teacher Dance. Head over there for a round up of all the Poetry Friday goodness.

Comments

  2. Love the way you borrowed Heidi’s form and made it your own! It works perfectly!

    Thanks for sharing the news of the Southern Hemisphere’s season change with us! Happy Spring!

  4. And you must read Barbara Crooker’s poetry for the ‘spring’ celebrations, Sally. Love that you tried this, and it brings such happiness out when reading aloud, zips in our steps, happiness abounds. As you know we’re headed another way, the final brilliance, then those ‘shivers and quivers’.

  5. It is so much fun to hear about life in Australia, Sally! My sister lives in Brazil, so she is headed into spring, too–it is always funny to think how we are flip-flopped. I love your poem!

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