Goodbye My Winter Suit

N. M. Bodecker


Goodbye my winter suit,
Goodbye my hat and boot,
Goodbye my ear-protecting muffs,
And storms that hail and hoot.

Farewell to snow and sleet,
Farewell to Cream of Wheat,
Farewell to ice-removing salt,
And slush around my feet.

Right on to daffodils,
Right on to whippoorwills,
Right on to chirp-producing eggs,
And baby birds and quills.

The day is on the wing,
The kite is on the string,
The sun is where the sun should be ~
It's spring all right! It's spring!



Kathryn Worth


Through all the frozen winter,
My nose has grown most lonely;
For lovely, lovely, colored smells,
That come in springtime only.

The purple smell of lilacs,
The yellow smell that blows
Across the air of meadows,
Where bright forsythia grows.

The tall pink smell of peach trees,
The low white smell of clover;
And everywhere the great green smell,
Of grass the whole world over!


A Daffodil

A little yellow cup,
A little yellow frill,
A little yellow star,
And that's a daffodil.


Kite Days

by Mark Sawyer


A kite, a sky, and a good firm breeze,
And acres of ground away from trees,
And one hundred yards of clean, strong string ~
O boy, O boy! I call that Spring!

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