Spring is here*!
Yeah, like you haven't noticed.
This past week or two it's really, really, been SPRING, with the lawn needing mowing twice and the trees all in flower and the market filled with things to plant in the garden right away. You just can't get away from it, not for an instant.
So I'm driving the Poetry Bus this week (and next week too, but this time that's not any particular sort of plan), and this business of spring makes me think of poems about bursting, exploding, restarting, getting it in gear, waking up, however you want to take it. Just leave me word when your poem is up, and I'll put up a sidebar if you start early, or a new post over the weekend gathering everything together (a rather autumnal activity...)A poem about spring if you like, but bursting, exploding, restarting, getting in gear and waking up can happen in so many other ways.
*in the northern hemisphere. Yes, this is a northernist blog, conveniently ignoring all you downunderers and equatorial people.