Finally. Spring is here, a month late. I’m going to be in the garden as much as possible for the next week. Weeds are running rampant and I want to get the veggie garden in. So much to do, but still time to write, such fun …
SPRING IS SPRUNG 
blossoms burst rooftops
with an exuberance of colour
sky burns orange yellow
behind a rise of eagles
lilac tosses white perfume
over rainbows of polyanthus
and I transplant seasons
with a swallow’s swoop
Frame and The McGuire – ‘… a gentle yet striking novel about the way our perception influences our judgement of others.’ Amy Mathers. For ages 8-13 … published by Tradewind Books available on Amazon or your local bookstore.
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I can see Spring in your poem better than outdoors right now on the Malahat; such great use of words and enthusiasm! Merci!
I was out trimming forsythia yesterday, dead-heading the daffodils! Spring is busy:-)
Fun! Here it is the rainy season, and some people are facing serious flooding. It’s not much fun for them, and I feel for them. I am just lucky to live at the top of a hill, but that is just good fortune. Anyway, I’m happy to hear that you are enjoying good gardening weather, and I loved your poem. With love from Jenny.