Spring Forward

Spring forward–

move the clocks!

Let the daylight stretch into the afternoon

like a sleepy cat

awakening.

 

But this spring feels late–

the snow lingers in patches,

though sobbed on by rain,

and grimly threatens to return

in mid-March flurries.

 

One wishes it was weather

more suited for blizzards

from Dairy Queen

but the chill damp air

crushes dreams of summer.

 

Undaunted we spring forward,

planning spring in our dining room–

filling every ledge and shelftop

with seedlings and sprouting things

baby bok choi and alyssum flowers

peas and beans with their bright green leaves–

tiny banners raised in triumph against the grey.

 

We are even sprouting an avocado —

its plump brown pit skewered by toothpicks

and half-submerged in water.

Every day I look with delight at the long white root

shooting out like a streak of hope

seeking life.

 

Spring forward

and if spring won’t leap with you,

give it a push!

 

Rain and Nature

Here is a rainy afternoon poem by my oldest daughter, who is 9:

Rain and Nature
The rain drops like manna in Moses’ time.

It’s a gift sent from God, my Lord divine.

The rain gives the flowers a new beginning.

They burst open in colour,

like the song birds are singing.

A dewdrop will do for a beautiful crown,

on top of a flower that grows in the ground.