I wrote this poem with my five year old daughter, Wren, after a long walk in the sunshine.
Spring is Coming
Spring is coming.
How do you know?
The sun is calling us out to play!
Everyone is gathering,
The crocuses raise their chins to say hello.
The robin, in the field, stands in plain sight-
soaking up the light.
The daffodils are peeking out
and the wind is whispering…
We’ve missed you.