When Springtime Spills in Daffodils...

 I took a picture of this dell on my walk the other night...it is waiting for spring to spill in daffodils and green, and lilacs and forget-me-not. These trees, like most around here are ready to begin healing after a grueling winter that just does not want to quit.

When springtime spills in daffodils

And tattered dells don robes of green

…and babbling brooks wear blue-sky sheen

…and apple trees flaunt blossom frills

Then little lads kick off their shoes

And earth is glad in rainbow hues

When springtime spills in daffodils

 Gold kiss to Mother Nature’s muse

Then springtime jots forget-me-not

Where now the copse is dull and bare

Without wild flowers in her hair

Or lilacs in her wooded lot

Where daydreams waken as we lie

Half-sleeping ‘neath an azure sky

Then springtime jots forget-me-not

Like ellipses scattered awry

When springtime laughs on garden paths

And tickles dust between bare toes

And splashes freckles on Fred’s nose

Winking where winter poured its wrath

And ice-white barrenness had been

When the whole world is young and green

And springtime laughs on garden paths

Then everyone is seventeen

© Janet Martin