… in the dogwoods and azaleas of Georgia,
… in the verdant greens of California hillsides,
… in the snow-kissed blossoms of Utah.
Where have you SEEN spring?
I have HEARD spring
… in the rat-tat-tat of Georgia’s woodpeckers,
… in the soft rhythm of waves at Monterey Bay,
… in the howling and whistling of Utah’s gale-force winds.
Where have you HEARD spring?
… in the mellow sweetness of Georgia’s Vidalia onions,
… in the juicy ripeness of California berries,
… in the cup of chicken soup that warms up Utah’s May.
Where have you TASTED spring?
I have SMELLED spring
… in the dewy freshness of a Georgia morning,
… in the popcorn and peanuts at California baseball games,
… in the chilly air of Utah’s rain-turning-to-snow.
Where have you SMELLED spring?
I have FELT spring
… in the gathering moisture of Georgia humidity,
… in the rough bark of California’s climbing trees,
… in the slush and crunch of frosty remnants of Utah’s spring storms.
Where have you FELT spring?
Note: Last month was National Poetry Month, and this is one of those quick and easy form poems I used with students to help them write sensory images. My original effort was an ode to Christmas, but I decided it was time to honor spring time in the Rockies!