A Group Poem
From guests where I work as a culture consultant
It is Spring
time to sing
flowers it does bring
When may comes
my flowers will bloom
but oh crud, I need to clean my room
Tomorrow isn’t promised
so stay in today
the skies will blue instead of grey
Before we hit the hay
To yourself you will say
“Goodbye to the season of death,
I will welcome new growth, with every breath”
Of wings of birds and words to
a new breath, a new breath into you.
About the Creator
Denise E Lindquist
I am married with 7 children, 28 grands, and 13 great-grandchildren. I am a culture consultant part-time. I write A Poem a Day in February for 8 years now. I wrote 4 - 50,000 word stories in NaNoWriMo. I write on Vocal/Medium daily.
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Comments (7)
Wonderful little Spring poem <3
What a great ode to Spring.
This felt so positive and hopeful. Loved your poem!
Good advice, Denise: "Tomorrow isn’t promised so stay in today"
This is so refreshingly Spring feel 🥰
Beautiful poem! A fresh new breath for sure!
Beautiful and inspirational, Denise. Loved it, will keep me hoping for true spring here.