Spring Sprung

A sonnet

Standing in the still sleeping sunny yard, While a chirping sound almost deafening, Arose from the pond. These frogs we regard, Spring peepers leave the muck, beckoning.

Late March afternoon, spring sprung suddenly, After a rainy morning, the sun shines. Brings transient warmth, the cold’s stuck stubbornly, Cottontail heralds what spring does comprise.

Birds trying to get a chirp through the din, The greenest greening of moss-covered rocks, Seafoam green lichen, sun’s warmth on the skin, Life is awakening, spring can’t be stopped,

Two lone purple crocus blooms bursting forth. Spring sprung to life, it’s really much too short.