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Today I brought home Spring
from the Acme.
Yellow, purple, and white primroses
sing in their pots,
blaze on the pine table.
The daffodils from Ireland
still asleep from the long journey
stir...as green stems
sink and settle
in the blown glass vase.
A froth of yellow curls,
unfurls.
Slips from a tight bud.
Beginning what's to come,
to come.
© by Kay Winters.
Used with the author's permission.
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Kay Winters, before changing jobs to follow her dream and write for children, was a classroom teacher, reading specialist, and college instructor. She also worked as a language arts consultant for the American International Schools in Egypt, Nepal, India, Jordan, Greece, Israel, and Italy. Today, Kay specializes in writing picture books and chapter books for children aged 3 to 12. She has appeared on CSpan, Book TV, and PBS and her books have won numerous awards. Kay lives in Doylestown, Pennsylvania; learn more about her at www.kaywinters.com.
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