Spring Poems

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IT’S SPRING!
The snow is melting into slush.
The ground is soft and turned to mush.
I heard a bird this morning sing
in perfect pitch, “It’s spring! It’s spring!”

by Denise Rodgers
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Do you ever feel that the birds are talking to you? Or amongst themselves? If their sounds were words, I'm sure they'd be sharing their happiness with the coming of spring.

If you live in the four seasons, as I do in Michigan, you've probably noticed the bulb flowers, like tulips and daffodils, peaking up out of the ground in early green sprouts and later bursting into beautiful flowers. Can you tell that spring is my favorite season?

Spring Poem #2

BLOOMING SPRING
The tulips are budding.
The daffodils bursting.
The robins are building a nest.

The sky is bright blue,
and the apple tree’s blooming.
Oh, I love the springtime the best!

by Denise Rodgers
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Kites are a man-made part of spring, but it's something beautiful we add to the landscape. There's nothing like a sunny brisk spring afternoon with color kites flying against the bright blue sky.

Spring Poems #3

SKY HIGH
The butterfly will flutter by.
A spaceship’s flapping in the sky.
There are birds of gold, deep red, and blue,
a dragon bold,
a jet plane, too.
They hover, waving in the sky.
When spring winds blow
they’re flying high. 

by Denise Rodgers
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The next poem is not about my favorite part of the season. It's how on certain days it's hard to be dressed just right. When the sun is out and the air is still, you might want to take off your jacket. But a moment later, a  cloud hides the sun and the wind whips up, and there  you are, zipping up your jacket to stay warm. While it's not my favorite part of spring, at least it is the gateway to summer. We have to love that!

Spring Poems #4

SPRING WIND
When the wind whips up
and the sun goes down,
I feel the chill
in my coat of down.

When the air is still
and the sun peeks through
I unzip my coat.
It is what I do.

 It’s cold! It’s warm!
But here’s the thing.
It’s what we have
when it’s turning spring.

by Denise Rodgers
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Spring is my favorite time of year. The cold grip of winter breaks away and we start enjoying warmer weather...along with the slush and mush, the warmth and the chills. After all, spring brings the promise of summer, and what could be better than that? I hope you enjoyed these spring poems. Please scroll down for links to other fun poetry pages.