Poetry of spring

Springtime is a poet —
the blue sky its blank page
so vibrant green the rhyme
a different metre for every clime
chirping birds to keep the time
wildflowers yellow, red, & purple divine
words dancing on tall blades of grasses
sparkling in the morning dew
no commas the flow keeps buzzing
vernal dashes & blossoming branches
on newly greening verdant trees
refrains whisper in each breeze
butterflies as floating apostrophes
ladybug-dotted question marks
a flourishing bloom at every stop
continuing a poem that’s never ended
and into summer’s colors is blended

—Terri Guillemets

Spring is so…

Spring is so damn pink!
O yes, it’s vibrantly green
and greenly vibrant too,
reds burst, oranges blaze,
yellows beam like the sun,
violet dazzles vivid delight,
blue paints the entire sky,
but the thing that thrills
my soul the most is that
Spring is so damn pink!

—Terri Guillemets