I Forgot the Poems, So Here They Are:

Another Spring: A Pantoume

 

If I never see another spring–

the green thrusts of daffodils,

the violin curl of ferns–

I will still remember them.

 

The green thrusts of daffodils,

the scatter of crocuses.

I will still remember them

when I am under earth.

 

The scatter of crocuses,

like children in a playground,

when I am under earth

will still look the same:

 

like children in a playground.

The violin curl of ferns

will still look the same

(even if I never see another spring).

 

©2013 Jane Yolen all rights reserved

 

 

Intimations of Spring

 

Yes, snow blankets meadows.

Yes, the wind is chill.

Yes, branches are all bare of buds.

And still. . .and still. . .

 

Color tinges twigs,

birds chorus at the dawn,

the sun is rising early,

my heart goes on.

 

©2013  Jane Yolen all rights reserved

 

The Coral Lesson

The coral does

its sexy dance

when moonbeams lead it

to romance.

 

In this short poem

there is a moral:

be as receptive

as the coral.

 

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