On a spring day,
there never was a winter.
A spring day lives fully now and not in the least bit
a worrier or a clock watcher.
No, a spring day wakes
fully realized, its concept concrete and never wavering-
except in the warm southern breeze
that lightly bends the awakening plants,
giving their infant limbs and shoots
greening strength and resiliency
to climb to the sunny peak
of a glorious summers day.
A spring day lives its life
to the fulsome hour-
never squandering a moment in planning
or making a list of things to do.
No, a spring day knows that whatever it is doing
right this minute,
is the most important thing in the world
to honey bees
and hummingbirds
and the moon faced calves that saunter and sway
to a lilting spring chorus
of peepers
and bullfrogs.
thecourseofourseasons 
Very lovely, and the conceit is great.
BEAUTIFUL!!!
… and remains in the heart… lovely
I agree with Marina Sofia about those first two lines. In fact I greatly enjoyed the whole of the first stanza with its unexpected but persuasive case that on a spring day we cannot remember winter. For me, the poem could have stopped there and been more striking. Does the second stanza add much? But that’s only a personal perception and others might feel differently. Lovely poem!
Oh, those first two lines are so deceptively simple and yet so perfect! I wish I could write like that – but I’d have put some pesky adjectives or other qualifiers in.
Spring in Western WA is a potpourri of weather, heat, cold, rain, sun-breaks, hail, we just drove through a snow storm on a mountain pass this morning; Springs has a thousand faces & moods for us; really dynamic, volatile.
This is beautiful!
good poem!
This is a beautiful celebration of the Now-ness of spring! I love the moon faced calves especially.In fact, only today we are suspecting that our newest horse MIGHT be in foal. That would be AMAZING!!!!!!!!! She’ll get tested soon……….crossing our fingers.