The Spring is Here!
The slipping sun is like a flashlight.
The grass is like a splish splash puddle.
The wind is like a twist of water.
The flowers are like popping popcorn.
The birds are leaping in the air.
The wind is like a speeding car going by.
The grass wriggles up.
The smell of pollen is here.
The glowing grass is here!
Joseph Gordon
I like your new poem. Too bad a lot of places in Vermont got snow. Brrrr