Kaje Harper: Visions of Spring

The weather is sorta-kinda trying to be more spring-like, now that it’s technically the vernal equinox. By which I mean that here in the Far North of England it’s struggled up to 11c (about 52F, I think) and is only raining some of the time… But there are daffodils out and the first few lambs bouncing around in the fields so it seemed like the perfect time to post this fun little poem from Kaje, which really made me grin.

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Some folks wax poetic about daffodils

And going outside without getting the chills.

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Some mention the sun coming up before eight,

Or the end of the tough winter driving they hate.

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Of course I agree that the blossom smells sweet

And I like getting rid of the slush in the street.

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I’ve nothing against a red robin or two

And the kids out on bikes doing stuff that they do.

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There’ll be baseball and golf, with the grass turning green

And I see the appeal of a pastoral scene.

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But for me, there’s just one thing I wait for each year

And I watch Michael closely to see it draw near.

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That first weekend day, when the sunshine is warm

And the dirt’s been splashed up by a passing rainstorm.

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You can keep all those flowers and children and sports

Give me one hot guy washing his car, in his shorts.

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