Spring Poems

Change of Heart

by Morgan Clark

In the morning, the sunlight warms my face,
A constant breeze leaves my nose and ears feeling cold.
Hours pass and the day grows warmer.
I’m outside and in the sun for most of the day
I’m happier than I was no more than a couple weeks ago.
My friends and I spend our days outside rather than holed up inside. 
It’s 7 P.M and the sun is still out.
The ground beneath my feet is dry and no longer muddy.
Snow sits on the towering mountains, far enough away to feel like winter has passed,
and spring is welcome. 
I used to say that Winter was my favorite season I used to say
“Oh how I LOVE winter!” 
And it wasn’t until now that I learned how to appreciate the joys of spring.

 

 

Catching Breath

by Bee Boykin

    To me, it’s drowning in a pool of some sort of unidentified substance. It’s learning how to breathe in said substance. It’s swimming up to the surface to get a breath behind closed doors, but finding out that setting aside private time to take those breaths gets almost as tiring as holding it.

 

And so you learn to stick by the sunlight zone wherever you wander. Other entities, who by now have adapted to the substance, notice your abnormal strategies and grow concerned. But then, it’s spending more and more time above the fluid, despite the tug of hands grabbing your legs to pull you back under. 

 

To some, it’s a disturbing sight to see disembodied legs kicking above their head. To me, it’s a disturbing thought, diving back under.

 

 

Spring Glory 

by Anna Krickbaum

Say goodbye to winter and hello to spring. 
      Listen to all the birds sing 
         With a light breeze in the morning, 
               But something in the air is making everyone sneeze
There’s a sniffle here and there. 
Flowers are blooming filling the streets full of color.
There’s so many wonderful things happening.
We can hear the laughs of  kids as they play
And the bark of a dog as it runs after a ball.
It’s now time to put those sweat pants and sweat shirts away,
Look at them and say till next time.
New animals come into the world.
Looking in a field as all the calf’s run,
Hearing the chirp of a chick,
And the quack of a duck. 
Say hello spring, 
And goodbye winter.