Poem: “The Poet Comments on Yet Another Approaching Spring” By Mary Oliver

Don’t flowers put on their
prettiness each spring
and go to it with
everything they’ve got? Who

would criticize the bed of
yellow tulips or blue
hyacinths?
So put a

bracelet on your
ankle with a
bell on it and make a
little music for

the earth beneath your foot, or
wear a hat with hot-colored
ribbons for the
pleasure of the

leaves and the clouds, or at least
a ring with a gleaming
stone for your finger; yesterday
I watched a mother choose

exquisite ear-ornaments for someone
beloved, in the spring
of her life; they were
for her for sure, but it also seemed

a promise, a love-message, a commitment
to all girls, and boys too, so
beautiful and hopeful in this hard world
and young.