First Day Spring Poems | Examples
These First Day Spring poems are examples of poetry about First Day Spring. These are the best examples of Spring First Day poems written by international poets.
Autumn
A northwest breeze gently caresses my face,
and nine days linger until first day of fall.
Each change of seasons I readily embrace,
I see cascading leaves and hear Geese that call.
winter
Then comes winter with it’s seasonal blast,
when often, tree branches, wear winter attire.
Frequently this season leaves me downcast,
but the smouldering fire becomes my pacifier.
spring
Then buds sprout and grass begins to green,
spring always brings with it new birth.
I watch songbirds as they sing and preen,
and plant things that grow in God’s rich earth.
Summer
Summer is the season of some harsh extremes,
a sweltering heat index often affects my inhaling.
It conjures up my visions of rippling streams,
each season becomes a portrait God’s unveiling.
flowered shirts and shorts
searching through the stacks of clothes
the first day of spring
flowering light blossoms at sunrise in a warm bathe of velvet ties as the first day of spring tickles an inkling along a path of life a sunlit beam traces a quaint flower as a silken breeze plays a ballad through the lofty trees wondering and wandering I rest beneath a waterfall where a butterfly in flight sets me free
The light is bright
as I slip from under the covers
yet the house groans and creaks
and the ghost of winter lurks
within the walls.
When I was a child
a teacher said
first there was light
but I remember
the night I danced
under the cover of darkness.
When I go downstairs
the sun shining through the window
shows clutter, life’s imperfection
as I slip from the embrace
of last night’s dreams
of someone I loved
but that was long ago.
I must walk through the clutter
to step outside and feel a warm breeze
and let the day begin for me.
Branches of bare limbs dance
in a warm breeze
as they wait to bloom.
New life, a soothsayer says.
A poetic leap, I say,
as I grasp the wheel
and drive toward the sun.
Our days are numbered- till first day of spring
when unencumbered, she can start her fling
wake winter-slumbered buds for their upswing!
The New Year started weeks ago;
surprising how fast time can flow-
Mid-February starts next week!
Although the weather's cold and bleak,
soon March designs new hope in sight;
our days will bring more sun and light!
We read those words, “First day of Spring!”
That lovely phrase makes our hearts sing.
In the early spring, the red sun rises
A warning to sailors of storms on the horizon
Cold mornings greet us with a shiver
But warm afternoons embrace us with a kiss
Different hues of green paint the landscape
As nature awakens from its winter slumber
Dogwoods bloom in shades of white and pink
A delicate dance of beauty unfolding
Star magnolia’s foliage once dotted with white
Mostly its beauty has on the ground landed
Months will pass before it again brings delight
When another first spring day comes so bright
The changing seasons bring a sense of renewal
A reminder of the cycles of life and growth
In this transition from winter to spring
We find hope in the promise of new beginnings.
Written March 20th, 2024....First day of spring
Autumn doesn't mind if summer lingers for a while
Summer doesn't mind if spring lingers longer with her smile
But Spring does mind when winter stays too long
When her time comes she wants to bloom with joyful song
So on the first day of spring
Winter was still hanging around
Spring was not happy with his lingering
As snow was still on the ground
"Why do you do this" asked spring
Winter replied " I need more time"
Spring retorted, "but you are not king
"Leave now and let my blooms chime"
But winter, being mean
Stuck around a couple weeks more
When he finally left the scene
Blooms rose up all around for all to adore!
(the first day of March)
Am I as lonely as that cloud?
I kneel this early time of day.
The traffic’s quite thin now, not loud,
while I am crouching, seem to pray!
St David’s Day is here, with chills.
That cloud looks down on Wales and hills.
I’m kneeling down upon this grass
to pluck the yellow one to pin
on my lapel now; no feet pass.
I’m brooding here on Wordsworth’s spin
on words that conjure on this hill
my single golden daffodil.
(1 Mar 2024)
(William Wordsworth, English poet, 1770-1850: “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud”, in which he saw a "host of golden daffodils"; this is the same pattern and rhyme scheme)
A cool breeze floats in the air.
Up on the hillside, flowers start to bloom.
Amongst the new blades of green grass sat a tiny hare,
Heading to the lush, glimmering garden, I presume.
His fur was smooth and silky,
And white as snow with a black heart on his face.
He looked plump, and a little silly,
With those fuzzy, floppy ears in place.
Hopping steadily on the sweet-smelling ground,
A small, soft, white ball of fluff.
His pink nose started twitching, and he looked around.
And then he pulled on some leafy stuff.
I looked closer, what could it be?
Something in the ground suddenly popped out!
An orange carrot, so scrumptious and juicy.
"Get out of my garden," I heard someone shout!
The silly, cute little rabbit grabbed his prize,
And in a flash, he was out of sight!
I know what I saw was only for my eyes,
Making the first day of Spring sunny and bright.
"Predictions were for 2023 & 2024: "Again, heat exposure will hit many communities, death toll significant, take precautionary measures," ... by Poet
Shift
Winter
into Spring
and the first day
will bring the Vernal
Equinox and Groundhog
Day pled an early Spring year
above norm temps in northern parts
late El Niño stretched warmth goes soaring
Twenty-Twenty-Four Warmth Openness Signs
Today is the first day of Spring,
yet there's plenty of snow.
And although Winter lost Her sting,
She refuses to go.
Now that Spring is in sight
you can forget frostbite,
though it's still cold at night.
Of Spring, I'm glad to say,
today is the first day.
*Image of Beautiful Spring by APK.
First Day of Spring
Meadow
larks mesmerize
these longer days, as those
hibernates wake to furry hops
near verdancy, neath warmth of rays or rains,
newness absorbs a pass-over,
facing nature's depth midst
flower-patterned
meadow.
2023 January 15
Pen a Rictameter, Hopes of springs return
~~M. L. Kiser
*HMS.
My front porch welcomes your return each year.
Built like a Sherman tank with wings - the night
is filled with music to the springtime ear,
the buzz and clatter of your noisy flight.
Announcing to the world it now is June,
you fly into our lives and cast your spell,
reminding us that summer beckons soon -
sweet season of youth's freedom from school bell.
Ah yes, first love that bloomed in June's warm sun -
that first kiss, blushing like a timid squirrel
and holding hands in public with the one
who showed me I could be loved by a girl.
Your tenure brief; then by July's first day,
like childhood and young love, you've flown away.
Submitted to Summertime Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
Today is one of my favorite days of the year.
Today is March the 20th and Spring is here.
I'm glad that Winter is over, cold weather brings gloom.
Leaves will grow on the trees and the flowers will bloom.
If you ask me when I'll enjoy the Winter, the answer will be Never.
Today is the first day of Spring and we'll start to have warm weather.