2023 Celebrating National Poetry Month: Spring, David Marvin




Green, I’m told, is the color of spring. 

That seems incomplete. 

Forsythia bursts into yellow

Seeking perhaps to imitate

The sun’s growing power 

In these lengthening days.

Crocus burst out with gentle pastels

While cherries drape themselves

In a blanket of pink. 

And kids in vivid Easter dress

Hunt painted eggs, evoking flowers in motion

As they bask in the gaze of adoring adults.



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