Is It Spring Yet?

The bird, with head hid 'neath his wing
Asked of the world, "Now is it spring?
I'm tired of eternal showers.
I want to perch in budding flowers.

I'm done with feeders jammed with suet.
I need some nectar. Let's get to it!
No more winter's frigid blast.
Keep those cold temps in the past.

I want light past five PM,
I want freshly new-mown stem.
I want soft ground jammed with worms.
I want weather on my terms.

So if, World, this is not real spring,
I'm heading back beneath my wing."

A necklace to bring us spring.

The bird's lament, as a necklace can be found here.

Hair of the Leaf That Bit You

Remember when you were a kid
Who played in leaves in fall?
You'd hurl yourself into the pile
And hardly hurt at all.



But if you tried the same jump now
You'd need a chiropractor.
In fact, it would feel quite a bit
Like falling off a tractor.



So wear these leaves twined in your hair
And leave jumps to the kid.
Your body will feel better
And your hair feel glad you did.

The California Girl on Autumn Leaves

Those brilliant leaves of autumn...



I think one time I saw some.



They happen when long nights come



But not here where I come from.



(These bookmarks are the outcome.)

Hive Creative Challenge: One Last Leaf

 





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-  e.e. cummings



 Don't get leafed behind.