Day the Sixteenth--Arizona Spring

All righty then. It's the 16th day of National Poetry Month so here's a Spring Senses poem generator. I got it here.

Spring Senses Poem

Spring looks like _____________________.

Spring sounds like ____________________.

Spring feels like ______________________.

Spring smells like _____________________.

Spring tastes like _____________________.

And here's my poem:

Arizona Spring

Spring looks like sharp spines topped with an explosion of color.

Spring sounds like a mockingbird alarm clock (unstoppable, of course).

Spring feels like that first climb up to the top of the roller coaster before it plunges into an active volcano.

Spring smells like BBQ sauce and creosote and a dusty wind.

Spring tastes like the promise of a new day.

© 2015 by H. Linn Murphy

Dia Diaz--Spring Is Poem

We're doing a Spring Senses poem. To see the parameters, go here.

So this is my Spring Senses poem:

SPRING IS

It's a wonder anything grows in this oven!

Spring looks like the flowers on the orange trees and the chartreuse of palo verde buds opening into the wind (and the beginning of nine more months of summer).

Spring sounds like little cactus wren babies cheeping in the cactus (and people sneezing from the palo verde pollen).

Yup. The one thing that grows in our yard--a weed.

Spring feels like the breeze coming off sunbaked sand (and the searing pain of a cactus sticker poking you in the foot).

There's probably a lizard in there somewhere doing push-ups.

Spring smells like cactus flowers baking and creosote in the 10 minute rainstorm (and all the road tar washing down the street with your yard topsoil).

Spring tastes like the promise of prickly pear jam (and defeat at not killing off the wasp colony which has invaded your bird houses).

© 2014 by H. Linn Murphy