With shades of green the season bursts anew
and sprinkles pollen dust around with ease.
The thirsty buds soak up the evening dew
which spreads like spider webs across the trees.
The sun arrives and darkened bits of night
then start to change to hues of tender greens.
The sunshine crowns the trees with gleaming light
that makes them glow like noble kings and queens.
A gusty breeze begins to rake the yard
where last year’s leaves are gathered in big mounds.
The blue jays hop about with disregard
for gentle birds which scratch the greening grounds.
Each year the clocks are set to move ahead
to give more daylight time for work and play,
but sleepyheads are slow to rise from bed
with yawn and smile to welcome new spring day.
c Copyright, 2010, Freeda Baker Nichols
Appeared in Ozarks Mountaineer, March/April 2010
Poets’ Roundtable of Arkansas Anthology 2010-2011