I was out for a walk this morning
along a quiet and secluded wooded path,
enjoying the peacefulness of a new day,
when I spotted an unusual character
quickly headed toward me, bouncing.
Its hair was composed of violets,
yellow daffodils were its ears;
wild daisies formed its eyes
with a look both delighted and wise.
Lily of the Valley composed its face,
forehead, nose, cheeks, chin, and lips,
with the blossoms showing as teeth
in an amazingly joyous smiling mouth.
A stout oak formed its neck and body,
cloaked in honeysuckle robes all around.
Its arms were branches sprouting new buds
and waving gaily in the gusting breeze.
It bounced up to me on coiled taproot legs,
stopped a foot away, and shouted “Wheeeeee!”
I could not help but respond the same.
Morning dew showered me and the creature
went bounding away on down the path.
I smiled; Spring has definitely sprung.