Spring Whether
The weather in Springtime is very uncertain.
It can’t decide whether it’s hot or it’s cold.
It doesn’t know whether to pour or to sprinkle
or whether to simply keep raindrops on hold.
The weather in Springtime is quite indecisive,
and that’s why you’ll find in a week, or a day,
it’ll rain and be sunny and cold and too hot.
We never know whether we’ll go out to play!
This poem was first published in The Caterpillar, Issue 20, Spring 2018. (As this is an Irish publication, their Spring edition was published in March.)
It also appears on Kristin’s website:
http://kristinmartin.net
Fields of Spring
A wilderness of tea-trees
In our paddock playground
One free day in the midst of childhood
A day filled with everything
We are wild things,
Charging, ducking, hiding,
Flies swamping our sweaty faces
A dove, startled, flies up and
Petals fall like a sprinkle of rain
As we play
Cowboys and Indians
With imaginary guns
Bang! Bang! You’re dead!
Falling to the ground face-up
Wisps of clouds slide above
As if breathing in and out.
A spring in your step
Boing boing,
Spring’s in the air!
Boing boing,
Spring’s ev’rywhere!
Blossoms spring out,
Boing boing!
Bulbs are in bloom,
Boing boing!
Winter has gone,
boing boing —
It’s spring, it’s spring,
boing BOING!
Australian Children’s Poetry 