Spring is sprung!
The grass is riz!
I wonder where
The flowers is?
Yeah, I know, I do that one practically every year, and here in South Florida there isn’t a heck of a lot of difference between Winter and Spring. The only really noticeable change is that the live oaks are sprouting new leaves, which means the old ones are falling off. So instead of the autumnal ritual of raking leaves, we do it in the springtime. (In autumn we’re usually cleaning up after hurricanes.)
Here’s my favorite spring poem by E. E. Cummings*:
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little lame baloonman
whistles far and wee
and eddyandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it’s
when the world is puddle-wonderful
old baloonman whistles
far and wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing
from hop-scotch and jump-rope and
(* Is it “ee cummings” or “e.e. cummings” or “E.E. Cummings”? Here’s the answer.)