March 9, 2011

a poem for March


The sun is nervous as a kite,
that can't quite keep it's own string tight.

Some days are fair and some are raw.
The timid earth decides to thaw.

Shy budlets peep from twigs on trees,
and robins join the chickadees.

Pale crocuses poke through the ground,
like noses come to sniff around.

The mud smells happy on our shoes.
We still wear mittens which we lose.

Poem by John Updike


  1. Love it, love it, LOVE IT!! A perfect poem about spring, and gorgeous pics Bonnie.

  2. What great pictures! Are these in your yard?

  3. Kathy, yes these daffodils are in our field behind our house under a big tree. You were the one who inspired me to go out to check. You had wrote about daffodils springing up in your yard. I was like, hey wait, we both live in PA...if hers are coming up, then mine should be too! So glad I checked!

  4. Super photos! You picked a perfect poem. My daffodils came up a couple of weeks ago. Bet your glad the snow is melting!