Several days ago, I issued a Poetry Challenge. So far, the only responding poem was from the most unlikely source, which was a pleasant surprise. I did, however, promise that I was working on my own response, so here it is--written in about five minutes sitting on the porch swing on a beautiful Sunday morning. Where are yours, faithful readers and commenters?
Quickly moving squirrels running spirals 'round an oak,
Joyfully singing birds laugh as if they've heard a joke.
Lazily-raking neighbor fighting last fall's leaves,
Now flying insects, though not yet any bees.
Shrilly squawking birds now engaged in a fight,
Sternly chasing others from the tree with their might.
Softly blowing breeze can't quite move the chime,
The season has changed, and spring's here just in time.