Buzzing bees and blooming trees

have everyone aglow.

Sunny, cloudless skies give rise

to warmer days, I know.

Singing birds, and pretty words

about newly grassy greens,

Petals abud and puddles of mud

just cliched springtime scenes.

For me a treat, is dirt on cleats

a new grip on my bat.

A ball's thump of love, landing in my glove.

Flowers can't compete with that. 




Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741