It’s been a while since I felt the warm wind in my arm hairs
and wondered if I should’ve applied sunscreen before my walk
but I’ll risk turning pink as blossoms falling from a dogwood
because even with a bum leg, April puts a spring in my step.
Optimistic as a pineapple fresh from a farmers’ market
in Honolulu, I may be rough and spiky on the outside
but this weather makes me feel positively sweet and yellow
as a goldfinch singing from the high branches.
Don’t worry, it’ll pass.
Happy National Poetry Month! My first poem-a-day was inspired by three prompts:
- For today’s prompt, write an optimistic poem.
- Today’s Prompt: Write a poem inspired by the colors and sounds of spring.
- Evolve a poem that involves an exotic fruit, one fruit, and a town you’ve never visited, or else have distant memories of.
And the title was stolen from Edna St. Vincent Millay’s poem Spring.

Fun take on Spring fever.
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Thanks! And I didn’t even mention hay fever.
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enjoyed the jauntiness very much, Bart; and thanks for that Edna St.Vincent Millay’s poem: it’s a beauty !!
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You’re very welcome. She produced some great poems!
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yes, I’m reading some now —
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Well done and highly relatable 👏
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Thanks, Lisa!
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well done. I really like this one
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Thank you, JM!
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This was fun to read.
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Glad you enjoyed it, Bree. Thanks for reading!
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I love your sense of humor!
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Thanks, Dawn, but I have no idea what you’re referring to. This is a very serious poem.
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Delightful.
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Glad you liked it. Thanks, LuAnne!
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