The joy of spring

A look into the poetic elements of spring.

Droplets glisten on the waxy leaves

The evanescent shine 

Could blind ones eyes

 

Fish splash and leap out of the opposing currents

Their scales reflect the clear water 

Of radiant scarlets, golds, ambers

 

Clovers sway in the light breeze

Which hums its way into the blooming flowers

Petals breaking off and falling to the ground 

 

The wings of a bird whoosh by, as it 

Tangles itself among the branches of trees

 

Within the hollow wood, chirps of 

Crickets vibrate throughout the tree

 

Ladybugs crawl along the crevices 

And creases of the weathered bark

 

It trails to the roots which puncture

The Earth’s floor 

 

Along comes the pitter-patter

Of small feet 

Making marks across the terrain 

 

A twig is in the hand of the being 

That makes its marks on the crust of the Earth

 

She swings it around like a wand

A paintbrush 

A pen with no end to the ink 

 

Her eyes wander to the tops of the treetops

Where the birds have perched to watch the performance

 

The girl comes upon the stream 

With the glistening fish of warmth which 

Swim away from the loud noises coming from her direction

 

Another small child enters the picture 

He roars like a dragon from the peacock-colored leaves 

And charges into the girl 

 

They fall into the shallow water and laugh

Voices echoing to the birds above 

And bugs below

 

The creatures seem a bit rattled 

By the interference of the newcomers 

But nevertheless they enjoy their presence in 

The otherwise peaceful environment because

A little chaos never hurt anyone

 

The children get up and brush themselves off

Before leaving, the girl decides to put the duo’s mark somewhere

 

She gathers some smooth rocks from the stream

And colorful flowers from a nearby patch 

Even found a feather from a bird 

And makes a heart on the ground out of the objects 

 

She plants her stick in the middle,

Smiles

To the sky and marches out of the small forest 

 

The boy follows close behind 

And the animals were once again left alone

 

The birds were the bravest and first to 

Go examine what the human did up close

 

They pecked at the ground at first 

And look up at the child’s masterpiece 

Squirrels scurry to look and then came the bunnies

 

None of them dare to touch it

Only look 

Admire 

Stare

Study 

Watch 

 

After a bit they all leave 

Until the only beings that could have admired it

Are the fish confined to the water 

 

The piece now left to the wind and the elements

Spring | Graphic by Eliza Leibo ’25/Staff
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