What The Spring Knows

The Spring knows to wait its’turn

To sparkle after the winter dread

And burst forth with life anew

Reviving nature long since dead

First she’ll bring forth the flowers

Then she’ll awaken blades of grass

As she slowly increases the hours

A gift to man and all living things

She’ll impart a fragrance so inviting

As flowers bloom by her hand

The fragrant smell of the springtime

Spreading quickly throughout the land

Birds soaring across the sky

Echoing such a pleasant tune

With Spring as their conductor

Flying beneath a pale moon

For Spring knows she must finish

and complete the task of natures birth

Giving the task over to summer

To refine and prune the entire earth

— franny50, Mar 15, 2010

About This Poem

About the Author

Country/Region: NYC

Favorite Poets: Keats, Donne, Wordworth, Longfellow

Critiques

Ladderwords

16 years 2 months ago

I loved the rhythm but I was

I loved the rhythm but I was thrown off by lines 8 and 9. The sounds were too similar for me to feel the cut of the rhythm. I felt the same way about dead and dread. I am with you though, I cannot wait for Spring.

Nordic cloud

16 years 2 months ago

Welcome back Franny anny glad to see you again.

Ann of Norway The last verse tripped me up and that's when a poem should end and curl its tail into its side like that of the cat, so definitely and distinctly with pride in itself! The content of the last verse is good, just something about the rhythm for me! Are we all springing with Spring? Whoopee lets, I always, even in Winter, go up to the flower shop bunches and smell the perfumes, and am transported to my gardens in good old England, the primroses take me to the meadows where they made a carpet to walk on, their delicate odour filling the air, as do the blue blue bluebells later on( what perfumes THEY have!!!), ah I shall be quoting "Oh to be in England now that April's here" but it isn't yet is it? I even pick up all the petals that fall from the flowers in the flower shops and put them, their gaudy colours, floating in a bowl, Erik is allergic to flowers indoors and I LOVE them. "Flying till they see the moon".......this I found slightly contrived to fit, could it be 'flying beneath the paling moon,' no, or a pale moon here in the poem making the association we have with night and darkness of Winter and the moon becoming pale with the coming of Spring? throughout-isn't that one word? Lovely to see you Franny and love from Ann in sunshine too.

franny50

16 years 2 months ago

I guess “flying to the

I guess "flying to the moon"was a bit of a stretch Ann.I guess I must have been thinking of a Frank Sinatra song.As for the rhythm,every other line is suppossed to rhyme.I am glad you are enjoying the spring and all it has to offer!