spring reverie

spring reverie

the sweet scent of buttercups
infuses the warm breeze, leaf 
buds have popped; tiny flutters
of emerald green against an azure 
sky,the Fowler toads have emerged 
from their winter hideaways,
a cacophony of spring peepers 
greets the dusk with lusty verve,
hummingbirds have returned
buzzling by my head to sip 
sweet nectar from feeders that
have been at the ready for weeks,
the world is awake, teeming with life
mourning doves, bluejays, tits,
wrens, phoebes, and bright crimson
cardinals congregate at wood’s edge
twitter-chattering, gray squirrels 
toss seed to the ground, while 
dangling from the feeders…
spring…Gaia’s first bloom, debutante 
of debutante’s, oh, she has outdone
herself, or maybe I’m just getting
wiser, not to mention older, all
this to say, well done, spring…
well done, decades of springs 
have come and gone, but first 
blooms, and new life never get old 

-kat

NaPoWriMo2023 Challenge Day Twenty-Four: write a poem in the form of a review. But not a review of a book or a movie of a restaurant. Instead, I challenge you to write a poetic review of something that isn’t normally reviewed. For example, your mother-in-law, the moon, or the year you were ten years old.