Merely Day By Day

I t's National Poetry Month. I will be posting a poem each day. No theme. I'm just going to follow the spark each day, wherever I might find it. It's bound to be messy.  Canva Image As if by magic, tiny buds dot leafless branches. I watch, enchanted. As the earth, caught in Spring's spell, captivates its audience. © Cathy L. Mere, 2023

  Weeping Cherry was the first to know,      a s it witnessed spring's final, fluffy white snow.  With vigor it shook its soft pink blooms,      a nd said goodbye to the gray and the gloom.  It shared the good news with Crimson King,       who swayed with delight and started to sing.  For the occasion she'd saved a perfect red dress,      w ith green all around, she was sure to impress.  Crimson told Sugar, and they cackled with glee      a t the anticipation of what would soon be.  Sugar Maple smiled, as she looked down,      a t the beautiful flowers that covered the ground.  Old Oak watched the celebration with a steady eye;      s he noted the warmth and the bright blue sky.  The rumor among trees was most definitely true      s he reassured all as the gentle breeze blew.  The flowers heard Oak confirm the good news...