Springs Grand Extrance

Spring arrived in a trill—

What a thrill—

Lilting off the tongue

Of a young

Robin.

It strutted

in spiritual swirls

and baton twirls.

Catching a breeze,

floating with ease,

until it stumbled

onto thunder’s stage.

The whole sky leaned in, amazed

at its performance—

then the mike dropped,

heralding the season.

It tumbled

its verdant head

over high pink heels,

falling with rain

in warm, heavy drops.

It arrived,

waking the earth

up again.