Spring's Fever

A poem of a spring get-away.

The sunset glows

And I wiggle my toes

In the clover of this meadow.

This spring has dawned

On this growing lawn

Beneath my favorite willow.

The city’s fine

In wintertime,

But we long for rolling hills.

An open plain

Kissed by rain

And the smell of furrowed fields.

So … we slip away

For a holiday,

Me, myself, and soul,

To a country space,

A springtime place,

Just to watch the flowers grow.

JE Falcon 1986

Published in 1986

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Are you sure you won't miss the rush hour traffic?

[JE Falcon]

As soon as we run out of money. :) --- Sorry for the delay, I haven't been getting some of my flags(?).

[Rew]

I like it.
It has a ballad like feel to it. A quickening of the blood which spring actually brings. And then, as warm weather arrives, slows down with "... watch the flowers grow."

[JE Falcon]

Thanks much, happy you like this old poem of mine. It has been published several times across the US.

[Betty Hermelee]

so much color and texture in this poem; in addition I like they rhyme you chose; it fits perfectly; Yes springtime is when you should "wiggle your toes in the clover"... I can feel it myself and oh it's so soft...
Lovely job...
Best, B

[JE Falcon]

Thanks, Betty, and have a great day.

[Betty Hermelee]

You’re welcome and you as well!

[Relic]

100/100. A perfectly written poem that describes the essence of spring.

[JE Falcon]

Thanks, Relic, this is one of my older, snail-mail submissions, poems.