This April we are filling the EasternPennPoints blog with art and poetry in celebration of the 50th anniversary of Earth Day.
Here Comes Spring
by Jane Resides
The resting time is almost past
for trees that line my yard.
A patch of white—snow left behind—
I’ll gladly disregard.
Green stems and leaves of daffodils,
pushed through the stone cold ground.
Their flowers trapped, in slim white sleeves,
will form a yellow mound.
Bright purple crocus raise their heads,
they whisper spring is here.
Forsythia bushes rustle,
and the pussy willows hear.
Soon all God’s creatures seem to know.
Red Robins come. Gray Juncos go.
The geese lay eggs, while trees stand bare.
Trees seem to be so slow.
At last when sun and rain merge powers,
trees wake and hear the call.
Then baby leaves of yellow-green,
unfurl to greet us all.
And spring is here!!
Growing up, Jane Resides’s vacations were spent in the woods she loved. So it’s not surprising that she and her husband built a log cabin the pioneer way—no power, no nails. Since graduating college in her fifties, she has been writing poems, short stories, picture books, and articles, and participating in the same critique group for over 15 years.