Sing Spring
Rain aquamarine
Down translucent windows
Burbles in downspouts,
Staccato in blue-black puddles
On wet-slick streets
Until golden sun and lake-blue sky
Break forth in carols to the day.
Tulips trill their colors.
Birds, high notes of red
And black and orange,
Flash by, warbling equinox to
Barely green-leafed trees.
Hyacinths chant purple,
And crocuses lilt happiness
In dulcet tones.
Forsythia and daffodils
Harmonize in place —
Fortissimo of yellow,
Dipping to the rhythm
Of the breeze.
Music fills the air
With rare perfume.
The symphony of spring
Is here, to lift your
Heart and soul with hope
If you just open your eyes
And listen.
Barbara Peckham has lived on Martha’s Vineyard since 2001. A retired teacher, in 2011 she published a book of poetry, “A Jar of Summer.”
The Martha’s Vineyard Times welcomes contributions to Poet’s Corner. Dan Waters, former poet laureate of West Tisbury, will select poems to be published here. Submissions should be directed to dan@indianhillpress.com.