I’m ready for spring, but it hasn’t arrived. Not yet.
-from ”Walking to Indian River” by Mary Oliver

Photo: One lonely crocus in my front garden

This time of year, thoughts naturally turn to spring. And looking back on my Poetry Friday posts in late March, I almost always write about spring. Here’s a nonet I wrote last year but didn’t share here. It was written in response to a picture for a magazine but wasn’t selected. I don’t have the picture, but I think it can stand alone.

Welcoming Spring

Something in the air tickled bear’s nose
in the deep dark of his den, then
prickled hedgehog’s hollow hairs
and whirled to wake raccoon.
One by one the friends
emerged to dance,
to sing, to
welcome
spring!
Draft, RoseCappelli2025

Hope all of you in the northern hemisphere can welcome spring today! Tanita has the roundup today on her blog where you’ll find lots of poetry goodness.