Soft Side of Spring

They're so well named, pussy willows,

and something I look forward to

each spring.

Catch them while you can,

they don't last long.

Soft Signs of Spring

Close your eyes

Do not peek

And I'll rub Spring

Across your cheek.

Fluffy as a kitten

Warm as fur

The only thing missing

Is the tell-tale purr.

White tufted cotton

Beneath a crimson hat

Clouds of pussy willows

 Imagine that!

Inspired by the poem: Pussy Willows

By: Aileen Fisher