and this is what it said:
Got a date with spring
got to look me best.
of all the trees
I'll be the smartest dressed.
Perfumed breeze
behind me ear.
pollen accessories
all in place.
Raindrop moisturizer
for me face.
sunlight tints
to spruce up the hair.
What's the good of being a tree
if you can't flaunt your beauty?
Winter, I was naked
exposed as can be.
Me wardrobe took off with the wind.
Life was a frosty slumber.
Now, spring, here I come.
Can't wait to slip in
to me little green number.
poem by
John Agard
from a 'Poem for every Night of the Year.
Lovely!!! I so want spring to come. We still have snow on the ground but the days are getting longer and that is welcome and encouraging.
ReplyDeleteAnd spring indeed is coming, even here. Day by day the temperature climbs above zero, two days ago even reaching seven degrees. The farmers are tapping the maple trees and smoke can be seen coming from the sugar shacks. The snow is receding and no doubt the first snowdrops and croci are not far behind. I doubt that I will write a poem about it, but I will silently rejoice - of that you may be sure!
ReplyDeleteLove this!
ReplyDeleteIt's not over here yet. 19F. But it will come eventually. ;)
Love that poem, All we have do do is get past the snow tomorrow.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful poem. Spring flowers are so hopeful.
ReplyDeleteAhhhh. Love the poem and the photos. You have put a smile on my face. :-)
ReplyDeleteLovely crocus photo. That color.
ReplyDelete...I was in the nursery business for 50 years and I heard trees and I spoke to them! We are a number of weeks away form see spring flowers. Thanks for stopping by my blog!
ReplyDeleteLove the lightheartedness of the poem. We are all looking forward to spring.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful and fun poem, very fitting right now. There are no green leaves on the trees here yet, but some of them are already sporting buds and it should be only a matter of a few more sunny days before the first blossoms show.
ReplyDeleteAre all those blooms in your garden? Oh, spring, do hurry up here! We are so ready. Nary a leaf or even bud on a tree and not a single bloom (although I do have a rather jaunty row of very tiny daffodil sprouts). The poem is lovely and I wish you the beauty of spring!
ReplyDeleteLove it when our backyard turns green... and lush. Winter is so bare and naked.
ReplyDeleteDear Friko, thank so much for sharing this light-hearted toast to spring by the trees. Amidst what's happening in Ukraine to young and old, women and men, children and grandmothers, we need to take find respite for our fears and our concern. I hope that all those people remaining in the cities/towns being bombed can find at least one moment of relief or laughter or light-hearted--just one at least that will renew their spirit of resistance. Let us hope that all of us can embrace the Holy Oneness in which we dwell.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely poem. We can have skies like that one, but the crocuses and daffs don't thrive this far south. Still, we have our own lovely flowers, and I always enjoy seeing yours. Those crocuses are delightful!
ReplyDeleteThe ash trees are greening up here and some red bud trees are in full pink but not the ones around me, not even a bud. And once again two freezing nights.
ReplyDeleteWhat a pretty post Friko. My soul was relaxing. Your photos are beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThese times are sad. I stopped my blog now.
Ah yes! Spring does it to us all. My crocuses are up, but not blooming. Early daffodils have opened their smiley faces. Even so, yesterday a violent rain/snow/wind front came through and it is freezing this morning. There is hope! In five days up to the high 60s and low 70s F.
ReplyDeleteHi Friko - brilliant ... what a great poem about nature springing back to its early beauty ... lovely and thank you - cheers Hilary
ReplyDeleteNice fun poem ... and I love the photos too!
ReplyDeleteI love a good poem
ReplyDeletewhere did my comment go? I love me a good poem.
ReplyDeleteThat is so delightful and apt, that I was sure you had written it!
ReplyDeleteI love this poem and the hope for brighter, warmer, longer days.
ReplyDeleteEven in Honolulu, spring is wonderful!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem, Friko. 😊
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