Spring

A sense of warmth is tapping at the door;
And hope, a feeling out from distant lore
– Or so it seems – clears the deep refrain!

Emerging youth: a dormant lea awakes.
The raging colour, singing loud, partakes
In annual birth – spring is born again!

A zest anew for nascent life
Begins in floral train:
Carriage one: a snowdropp thrill;
Carriage two: the crocus;
Number three, a daffodil – dancing,
Drawing focus – as she would,
Attention seeker!

How I love our spring:
The bold and sleeker feel I get,
An inner glow, a ring!
I’ve paid the winter’s chilly debt, so
Now upon the wing!
                                  -Mark R Slaughter

I chose this poem by Mark R Slaughter, because it was very pleasant to read. I like the fact that Slaughter compared Spring to a train, each carriage containing another element of the joyous season that is Spring. "A sense of warmth is tapping at the door" (1) This quote shows the author's contentment and happiness toward the coming season and also personifies the season as a person "tapping" on the door, bringing happiness. Spring is a wonderful time of year and Slaughter was able to create a poem that I truly enjoy about my favorite season.