Spring Poems

First Crocus

This morning, flowers cracked open
the earth’s brown shell. Spring
leaves spilled everywhere
though winter’s stern hand
could come down again at any moment
to break the delicate yolk
of a new bloom.

The crocus don’t see this as they chatter
beneath a cheerful petal of spring sky.
They ignore the air’s brisk arm
as they peer at their fresh stems, step
on the leftover fragments
of old leaves.

When the night wind twists them to pieces,
they will die like this: laughing,
tossing their brilliant heads
in the bitter air.

by Christine Klocek-Lim


After looking closely at this poem, we went outside and wrote spring poems of our own.

Personal Favorite (to date)

As the snow melts and the rivers open up, the poetry in our room is flowing.

Please post a poem that you are particularly pleased with.

Snowflake Bentley

As it appears that spring is not quite ready to spring, we have spent some time looking at the life of Wilson (Snowflake) Bentley and his stunning photographs of snow.

The poems created with Bentley's life and art in mind are lovely!