A poem from my childhood on this the first day of Spring.
Spring is sprung
The grass is rizz
I wonder where the posies is?
Alright, truth to tell: By this time of year the birds have already eaten all the orange berries from the pyracantha bush outside my window. And the snow has already mostly melted. But on this first day of Spring here at 6200′ above sea level, there are no posies in sight.
And yes this post is for all you coastal elites with your pretty-in-pink cherry blossom photos and Spring-smug demeanor. We should all be so lucky, in spite of any poem from my childhood. And BTW, congrats to me on getting my first post published on “The view from my window” – here.
Happy Spring Equinox, y’all!