Spring Equinox

First day of Spring my friends.

                                   

                               Spring Equinox

Today is the 21 of March.

Sweet Spring, wonderful Spring is here.

The birds have returned and they are singing praise to the morning sun.

Their blessed morning song to remind me.

The warm days are coming.

The plant life is budding.

The cold soil turning warmer allowing new life to begin and

the hopeful signs of the green earth, is returning.

The young people feel, the Spring fever. 

I hear their songs and I see them dancing to the melody  of Spring.

Warm days rebirth new hope and the energy to wander outside and play.

Grandchildren are desperate to be outside.

I released them  to be free and I watched them run and play.

I looked at the sun and I hear the bird singing near.

The grandchildren are laughing and filled with joy.

I whispered to the Spring Equinox.

Thank you.

                    Johnnie/Coyote

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[Neville]

You just nailed it again my friend....The embodiment of spring, infused with just a touch of necessary self disclosure in the form of the obvious unconditional love you have for your grandchildren. A fine picture you paint here in words Coyote & while here, am sending Spring Greetings from across the Pond.....Neville

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello Neville. East Coast, USA and your home. Still chilly. A odd year for the weather. Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Neville]

As always, tis my pleasure..N

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Gorgeous gem of a poem. Love this Coyote, it is so joyful and musical. You capture Spring’s beauty and hope with your words.. form, flow, rhythm, imagery so wonderful- i can see your little grandsons running happily..“ I whispered to the Spring Equinox. Thank you.” Thank you my friend.

[Meshalini]

There's no Spring in Malaysia but reading this, I can imagine how the situation would be if we have Spring here.
Very well done..Love it..

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Meshalini. Here in Michigan. five months of cold. We appreciate the warm days.

[sette]

so beautiful just by looking at the grandchildren play brings back many childhood memories to be cherished forever.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree my friend. Children make us feel worthwhile.

[sette]

and we don't grow old but stay young because of their spirits friend. i want a grandchild soon hahaha