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Free verse poem about the first day of spring.

Submitted: May 01, 2017

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Submitted: May 01, 2017



Spring tends to come up out of nowhere

buds bursting to life

leaves springing from branches

nights turning into bright days

No one expects spring’s first day;

not the equinox

the real first day

the day the dark earth turns green.

On the first day of spring,

you can breathe in life

and breathe it out again.

It is the day each leaf looks a lot like a note and

each tree like a song singing,

in each tiny speck the symphony of life.

Each dewdrop is like a miniature world

in the miniature universe of a leaf

on a branch that curls like a galaxy

in the starfield of a flowering bush.


I know an unhappy person

who has never seen the first day of spring

never heard the symphony of nature

never seen the stars in a little bush.

What they don’t know is that the first day of spring

is the day you walk outside

look around,

take in a breath,



hum along



and think

this is the day the world begins again

this is the day life springs from death

this is the very first day of spring.

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