Spring Poems

Spring Poems

Spring
Robert McCracken

Today is the day when bold kites fly,
When cumulus clouds roar across the sky.
When robins return, when children cheer,
When light rain beckons spring to appear.

Today is the day when daffodils bloom,
Which children pick to fill the room,
Today is the day when grasses green,
When leaves burst forth for spring to be seen.

Blow-Up
X. J. Kennedy

Our cherry tree
Unfolds whole loads
Of pink-white bloom -
It just explodes.

For three short days
Its petals last.
Oh, what a waste.
But what a blast.

It's Time for Spring
Bobbi Katz

My sweater's tight and itchy.
My snow pants are too small.
Last week I lost a mitten.
I can't find my scarf at all!

My woolen socks have lost their toes.
My boots have lost their tread.
And I have lost the love I had
For words like "skis" and "sled"!

But . . . my fishing rod still fits.
And . . . my baseball bat still hits.
I have a kite that wants to fly.
So . . . winter, call it quits!

Blue-Sky Morning
Adelaide B. Shaw

It's a blue-sky morning
With a wind that blowing fair.
It's a blossom-blowing morning.
There are springbuds in the air.

It's a gold-sky morning
With a sun that's blazing bright.
It's an eye-blinking morning.
There's a blaring brilliant light.

Spring
Karla Kuskin

I'm shouting
I'm singing
I'm swinging through trees
I'm winging sky-high
With the buzzing black bees.
I'm the sun
I'm the moon
I'm the dew on the rose.
I'm a rabbit
Whose habit
Is twitching his nose.
I'm lively
I'm lovely
I'm kicking my heels.
I'm crying "Come dance"
To the freshwater eels.
I'm racing through meadows
Without any coat
I'm a gamboling lamb
I'm a light leaping goat
I'm a bud
I'm a bloom
I'm a dove on the wing.
I'm running on rofftops
And welcoming spring!

Spring Again
Karla Kuskin

Spring again
Spring again
Spring again
Isn't it?
Buds on the branches
A breeze in the blue
And me without mittens
My sweater unbuttoned
A spring full of things
All before me to do.

Smells
Kathryn Worth

Through all the frozen winter
My nose has grown most lonely
For lovely, lovely, colored smells
That come in springtime only.

The purple smell of lilacs,
The yellow smell that blows
Across the air of meadows
Where bright forsythia grows.

The tall pink smell of peach trees,
The low white smell of clover,
And everywhere the great green smell
Of grass the whole world over.

The Call of Spring
Norman Schlichter

When spring begins
Again to light
Our happy world
With colors bright,

The robins all come
Back to see
How beautiful
The earth will be,

With crocus gold,
And daffodils
Lighting meadows,
Fields, and hills;

With leaves of green
And tulips gay,
And birds arriving
Every day.

When
Dorothy Aldis

In February there are days,
Blue, and nearly warm,
When horses switch their tails and ducks
Go quacking through the farm.
When everything turns round to full
The sun upon its back -
When winter lifts a little bit
And spring peeks through the crack.

Daylight Savings Time
Phyllis McGinley

In spring when maple buds are red,
We turn the clock an hour ahead;
Which means, each April that arrives,
We lose an hour out of our lives.

Who cares? When autumn birds in flocks
Fly southward, back we turn the clocks,
And so regain a lovely thing
That missing hour we lost in spring.

Spring
Joyce Kilmer

The air is like a butterfly
WIth frail blue wings.
The happy earth looks at the sky
And sings.

The Days Of Spring... The days of spring are here. Warm, sunny days are near. Birds in trees, flowers and bees, The days of spring are here.

Spring, Almost

The sunshine gleams so bright and warm,
The sky is blue and clear.
I run outdoors without a coat,
And spring is almost here.

Then before I know it,
Small clouds have blown together,
Till the sun just can't get through them,
And again, it's mitten weather.

March

March is an in between month,
When wintry winds are high.
But milder days remind us all,
Spring's coming by and by.