As luck would have it my son’s spring break actually falls over the first day of spring. Yeah! While the rest of the world looks to go to someplace warm for spring break I typically look for one last taste of winter before resigning myself to the summer heat of the desert. Through the wonders of technology here is a green paint chip poem to celebrate the First Day of Spring while I am off in Santa Fe! (The paint chip words are bolded.)
I sip a glass of iced tea garnished
with a sprig of mint.
It is the first day of spring
and fittingly the first really pleasant day of the year.
Delightfully warm and sunshiny,
I consider my options.
No leaves on the trees yet so that is a no.
A walk on the beach to search for sea glass?
Hmm, too windy.
There was no sense dealing with the
prickly bramble patch without fruit to show
for all the scratches gained.
A slog along the river bank to see the newly green ferns?
But it would be so muddy with the recent snowmelt.
Ahh, I know just the thing.
I take a blanket out to my own backyard and lay in the sun near the clover patch. I look for a four leaf clover until I find one.
How lucky for me to spend this glorious first day of Spring
in my own backyard.