In 1986 my 8 year old self wrote a poem about spring. Over time my writing has steered away from poetry, but my feelings about spring remain the same. How I love spring!

My Spring Poem

The birds come back.

Every day I see the birds.

The flowers are blooming.

I feel happy all the time.

I love spring.

I hope you do too.


Beautiful bright sky.

Small miracles.

Forever family.

Sleeping cats.

Happy heart.

Pretty trees.

Kind words.

Silly pups.



Life is good.