Growing Things

Over the last few days I’ve noticed more and more signs of Spring almost here to stay. Yesterday afternoon as I was driving home, the sky was so blue and the sun was bright, and I noticed that even though the trees are not green they are full of buds. Here’s the poem that happened:

Almost Green

Trees, bare and brown
At winter’s end
Appear forlorn


Bright sun and blue sky
Of early spring

Branches full of buds

Then today as I walked up to my door, it seemed as if my little daffodils suddenly appeared. When they bloom each year, I think of one of my favorite pieces of writing:


Daffodils poke through the brown,
Frilly little cups serving sunshine and spring.

We have just one day of school next week (a winter weather make up day) and then we are on Spring Break!

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5 Responses to Growing Things

  1. Elizabeth Pruett says:

    Spring is almost here! Thank you for the reminder because with snow still on the ground I can’t wait.

  2. Lovely poem! I, too, am on the lookout for spring to appear. One more day before SB–whew!!! 🙂

  3. arjeha says:

    I am ready as they call for another nor’easter here for next Tuesday into Wednesday. Enjoy your Spring Break.

  4. Natasha says:

    I love your entire poem–I want to point to every line as being my favorite line….but I especially love the title. Those buds on trees are such a joyful sign of the season for me. Love the lines about daffodils, too. Thank you for sharing!

  5. lvahey says:

    Your poem is just like those pre-spring days, peeking at the bright yellows to come, yet for now, holding back.

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