Spring Song
Spring sings through the woods, her own special song
Sometimes short ’n’ sweet and sometimes too long.
It wafts through the branches, it hums in the trees
It starts up the dancing of flowers and leaves.
With dandelion choirs in yellow and gold
The buttercups join in, as in days of old.
And daisies, oh daisies, they sway as they sing
While pink-flowered weeds in the grass do their thing.
And in the dark places you’ll hear a low hum
Cold wind on green mosses is playing a drum.
The river it ripples and splashes and flows
And bees of all sizes buzz zithers, you know.
And through the whole season as Spring sings her song
Time with his scythe is just moving along.
Rohini Sunderam is author of Corpoetry – Desert Flower – Five Lives One Day in Bahrain published by Ex-L-Ence Publishing. She is a Canadian of Indian origin, and a semi-retired advertising copywriter. Find out more about her on her blog or on Amazon.
Rohini, this is beautiful spring imagery with a fascinating abrupt way to end the poem with a cutting surprise.
I enjoyed this sweet spring song but especially the surprising last line which satisfied my love of a twist at the end of a poem, whether it was meant that way or not?