If you’ve got a fever and the only prescription is springtime, then this is the guest post for you. It’s a poem written by my son, Jake—he said it made his teacher cry. Enjoy!
The Birthtime of Color
The birthtime of color, the start of the year
The birthtime of nature, the race of the deer
The birthtime of life, the space of the birds
The birthtime of animals, squirrels striving to be heard
The birthtime of plants, trees wave in the breeze
The birthtime of air, bees gather nectar with definite ease
The birthtime of water, fish swim in the waves
The birthtime of bushes, kids race in the maze
I think it is clear, of what we hold dear,
That spring is a powerful thing
And you should not waste
A single moment of it.