Spring is a shiny silver coin,
It lays on the pavement until April.
The sky is vibrant with arrays of blue,
Birds singing songs cheerfully.
The soft aroma of blooms surrounds me,
washing over in rolling waves
leaving a minty taste on my breath.
Sweet honey tastes the way bright diamonds
Sparkle and shimmer in the sun’s rays,
Sparkling and shimmering like Cinderella’s blue dress
flowing gracefully about the ball room.
Gold is the greatest color of Spring.
The ocean prefers deep blues
like grass loves green.
Since I saw the deep colors, I hear their songs.
“This has gotta be the good life,”
Lingers in the wind’s whispers
to the waking flowers.
The sounds of nature’s melody.
The clouds fill their watering cans
watering the world’s garden.
Michelangelo was their to capture the moment,
so he could prepare for tomorrow,
where he will relax about the cherry trees,
and paint pedals of blooming blossoms
among the fresh foliage.
I’ll have to smell the blooms to see his artwork unfold.
Dawn of a new day.
Dawn for nature o stretch her limbs.
Dawn for the shiny coin,
Embracing April with a smile.
By Michael Woolsey
I wrote this poem based on an assignment for my Creative Writing Class. It sounded great, and I wanted to share it with you.