Poems about SPRING!
by Little Dazzy Donuts
Here’s a selection of poems about Spring taken from the weekly Kids’ Poetry Club podcast, including links to podcast episodes and YouTube videos.
All poems are written by children’s poet, Little Dazzy Donuts. Illustrations by Dot Cherch.
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“Sprung”
(available in episode 101)
It was wound up so tight,
patiently waiting
for the first signs of warmth to arrive.
Until I walked out my door
to see hundreds of signs
that this world was again full of life.
I saw seeds that were sprouting,
flowers grown from bulbs,
blossom bursting open on trees,
as I breathed it all in
to the singing of birds
and the humming and buzzing of bees.
My heart filled with joy
and a fresh sense of hope
now the season had finally begun.
What a pleasure it was
to look out and see
that Spring well and truly had sprung.
“Spring Back”
(available in episode 91)
When the snows have all melted,
the windstorms have passed.
Despite the chill in the air,
the time’s come at last
to head out to the garden
and feel warmth in the sun
as the bird song announces
that Spring has begun.
The air is now full
of the buzzing of bees,
and the sound of kids playing
floats in on the breeze.
The birds that migrated
are flying back North,
and hibernating animals
are with us once more.
Trees start to look greener.
The grass starts to grow.
Colorful daffodils and tulips
put on a grand show.
As the days become longer,
we feel life is on track,
as we step forward in knowing
we have our Spring back.
“Migration”
(available in episode 66)
Hang on, birds, I’m coming.
Migration’s sure for me.
I’ll pack my clothes,
and bathroom bag.
Just wait there in a tree.
A Winter in the sunshine
by a pool or sea,
with swimming, sports,
and lots of fun.
It sounds ideal to me.
Who needs a plane to reach the warmth,
I’m with the swifts and geese.
They know the way,
I’ll follow them.
I’ll get there in one piece.
Come March, I’ll join you coming home.
I’ll be back again by Spring.
So, wait a mo,
for me to pack,
and then to grow my wings.
“Snowdrops”
(available in episode 83)
I wake up and look out
upon a vista anew.
You arrived overnight
to embellish the view
with a join-the-dots scene
to bedazzle the brown.
Porcelain drops
hanging close to the ground.
Pealing their bells
to announce Spring must be near.
How I cherish that morning
the snowdrops appear.
“Self-Raising Flowers”
(available in episode 83)
I don’t plant them, or feed them,
or water them at all.
Don’t fertilize them in Summer,
or trim them in Fall.
I don’t prune them, or thin them,
or weed where they grow.
I don’t pick them, or put them
in vases on show.
So, I’m taking no credit
for the joy that they bring
when announcing we’re close
to the arrival of Spring.
They shoot out the soil
between rain and snow showers.
Just call them my favorite
self-raising flowers.
“Just Around The Corner”
(available in episode 61)
When it’s cold or rainy,
or covered in snow,
and the days are short
and there’s nowhere to go.
When the trees are all bare.
The flower beds too.
The birds have migrated.
My thoughts turn to you.
As we all need someone,
a friend or a place,
that gives us some hope,
and in my special case,
it’s Spring that I cling to.
I feel happy and warmer,
knowing you’re heading my way,
just ‘round the corner.
“Spring Cleaning”
(available in episode 46)
Armed with a sponge,
some wipes, and a cloth,
hot soapy water,
a broom, and a mop,
I’m diving behind couches,
then scrubbing down floors.
I’m polishing the brass,
and wiping down doors.
I’m chasing dust bunnies,
and picking up hairs,
then relocating spiders
from under the stairs.
The sink is now sparkling,
and so is the shower.
I’ve been hard at it now,
for five or six hours,
when I clear out the garage,
and empty the shed,
then pick up lost socks
from under the beds.
By the time that I’m done,
we'll have plenty to cheer.
I’m glad Spring only happens,
just once every year!