These Are the Signs of Spring: A Poem

A toddler’s thighs that have lost their disguise. And grass-stained knees matching the green of the trees. These are the signs of spring.

Naked arms that are touched by nature’s fine charms. The breeze and the sun making the stress come undone. These are the signs of spring.

Shoes that are gone while feet trample the lawn. And feet that are bare run wild without care. These are the signs of spring.

Grass that tickles the toes and dandelions that tickle the nose. And a child’s untamed hair blowing freely in the air. These are the signs of spring.

Bugs that busy a child’s hands, while imaginations create fantastic plans. And fingers that point up to the trees at beautiful birds chirping with ease. These are the signs of spring.

Little noses buried in the scent of a flower, the antidote for a mood that is sour. And children’s laughter pouring in through the cracks of the house where parents can finally relax. These are the signs of spring.

Dandelion seeds that drift up to the sky, the weeds turned to wishes in endless supply. And sunlight that burns just a little bit stronger, making playtime last just a little bit longer. These are the signs of spring.