Spring by Johanna Ely

Spring

spring
has come
and flung
herself
upon this tired world
extremely wet
and green behind the ears
the daffodils aflame
she came
last night
and sang herself a tune
the little old balloon man
whispered her sweet name
she came
and
tumbled
rumbled
into rain
spring
has birthed herself
upon this weary world
bright eyed and winter wise
she collates leaves on trees
the bees
mistake her for a rose
high ho high ho
her blustery refrain
the rain knows
spring has come
and
the world
all lily lost
and dewy eyed
will never be
the same

by Johanna Ely

Editor’s Note: This poem’s short lines and airy imagery encourages joy.