Spring is

Spring is

Spring is a bold thing, bramble-hooked,
barging into quiet corners,
sky-shooting, flouncing fronds.

Spring is noisy as whizzbangs,
scudding bees in the mimosa,
woodpecker tattoos.

Spring is joyously juvenile, striped,
flecked and dappled with sun,
pied and purple, a riot of life,

running in rivers of green
and flower-gaudy, flying with damsels
in the bowed arc of the rain.

Spring is Spring is a bold thing, bramble-hooked,barging into quiet corners,sky-shooting, flouncing fronds. Spring is noisy as whizzbangs,scudding bees in the mimosa,woodpecker tattoos. Spring is joyously juvenile, striped,flecked and dappled with sun,pied and purple, a riot of life, running in rivers of greenand flower-gaudy, flying with damselsin the bowed arc of the rain.Read MoreJane Dougherty Writes