The weather outside might not look like it, but spring has arrived. Here are a few spring-themed poems to get you  prep you for warm weather to come, and one of my own creations.

Enjoy!

~Tammi  Becerra-Myers

Spring Song By: Robert Louis Stevenson

The air was full of sun and birds, 

The fresh air sparkled clearly. 

Remembrance wakened in my heart 

And I knew I loved her dearly. 

The fallows and the leafless trees 

And all my spirit tingled. 

My earliest thought of love, 

and Spring’s First puff of perfume mingled. 

In my still heart the thoughts awoke, 

Came lone by lone together — 

Say, birds and Sun and Spring, 

is Love A mere affair of weather?

Very Early Spring By: Katherine Mansfield- 

The fields are snowbound no longer; 

There are little blue lakes and flags of tenderest green. 

The snow has been caught up into the sky-- 

So many white clouds--and the blue of the sky is cold. 

Now the sun walks in the forest, 

He touches the bows and stems with his golden fingers; 

They shiver, and wake from slumber. 

Over the barren branches he shakes his yellow curls. 

Yet is the forest full of the sound of tears.... 

A wind dances over the fields. 

Shrill and clear the sound of her waking laughter, 

Yet the little blue lakes tremble 

And the flags of tenderest green bend and quiver.

Alone By: Edgar Allan Poe- 

From childhood’s hour I have not been 

As others were—I have not seen

 As others saw—I could not bring

 My passions from a common spring— 

From the same source I have not taken 

My sorrow—I could not awaken 

My heart to joy at the same tone— 

And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone— 

Then—in my childhood—in the dawn 

Of a most stormy life—was drawn

 From ev’ry depth of good and ill 

The mystery which binds me still— 

From the torrent, or the fountain— 

From the red cliff of the mountain— 

From the sun that ’round me roll’d In its autumn tint of gold— 

From the lightning in the sky As it pass’d me flying by— 

From the thunder, and the storm— 

And the cloud that took the form 

(When the rest of Heaven was blue) 

Of a demon in my view—

My Darkest Hour needs a Moon By: Tammi Becerra-Myers-  

Everyone wants to be the sun, to light up the world, and always have fun. Not me, though.

I want to be the moon, to shine bright , during the night, to give you light, 

in your darkest hour.

Oh yes, the sun may bloom you into a flower, but the moon provides light in your darkest hour.