Poetry of Spring

White Flower

Littlest Child (9), not to be outdone by Eldest's chance at being featured, offered up this poem. I'll take it.


Trees hit by the breeze
flowing through the midnight sky,
a bird flies North, a boat sails South,
the sun starts rising in the East,
beautiful colors round and round,
a lily sprouts up, a spring surprise.
Flowers blooming everywhere, the sun
now risen, shining peacefully, waiting
patiently for spring to call the
sun to warmth. Almost time for
animals to come out from their
winter migrations, for snow's now
melted and, do you hear it,
spring's now calling. It's time
to wake up from winter's cold sea.

White Flower picture by Sonia. Used with permission.
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Blogger Sarah said...

I love when you share these...you have such talented little gals...it's cool to see a bit of how you love them.

11:26 AM  
Blogger RissaRoo said...

Brava! I love it when you share your childrens' work. Such a way with words, for being so young! It's a beautiful poem.

1:18 PM  
Blogger sojourner said...

nice! i like this the most:

"do you hear it,
spring's now calling. It's time
to wake up from winter's cold sea"

i can hear it calling and i can feel the cold sea falling away

3:19 PM  
Blogger Joelle said...

Makes me hungry for spring. But we're diving into winter headlong with a foot of blowing snow tonight, feet and feet drifted over windows in neighboring Wyoming and North Dakota. Can I come look out your daughter's window and see what she sees?

9:00 PM  

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