Traveling South in Spring

And maybe
that's the same thing
that happened with
Mr. Robert Frost.
Maybe he was just
making pictures with words
about the snowy woods
and the pasture--
and his teacher
typed them up
and they looked like poems
so people thought
they were poems.
                                                         from: Love That Dog 
                                                            by: Sharon Creech      
       Away from home in Spring is not my favorite place to be. I'm a little unmoored. My bluebell buds are ready to burst under my kitchen window. I'd like to hear them ring!
       But here I am in sunny South Florida! Don't be sad for me! So many flowers are blooming here that my senses can hardly take them all in!
 
Traveling South in Spring
 
                  I 
Dogwood-dotted mountainside--
dollops of whipped cream
on piled high
key-lime pie
sigh.
 
                   II
Kudzu-draped pines--
boas and stoles
tossed around
shoulders of
hemlock, spruce and fir.
sigh.
 
                   III
 
Silhouetted palm fronds
knocking against
melon, mango and peach-striped
sunset.
Waving welcome back.
sigh.
​                                                            --stay curious!