Siguan by Joseph Bruchac

Siguan

by  Joseph Bruchac

I play my flute

and the small birds answer,

their wings fill the sky

like bright colored leaves.

I play my flute

and the lakes and rivers

open their eyes

after their long sleep.

I play my flute

and the earth casts off

her white blanket,

clothes herself in green.

I play my flute

and the southern wind,

its breath soft as the fawn,

comes dancing again.

I play my flute

and the children laugh

for they know my song

and remember my name.

I am Siguan,

I am Spring.

Spring Poetry and Plants

Little Seeds

by Else Holmelund Minarik

Little seeds we sow in spring
growing while the robins sing,
give us carrots, peas and beans,
tomatoes, pumpkins, squash and greens.

And we pick them,
one and all,
through the summer,
through the fall,

Winter comes, then spring, and then
little seeds we sow again.