Does Anyone Know a Short Poem or Rhyme about Spring?

Rebeca Garcia Mendoza wrote

Hi! I’m a Spanish girl who is preparing resources to teach English to Spanish children. I’m looking for rhymes about seasons and I have a problem. I cannot find a short one of Spring.

If anybody knows one, please, tell me!

If anyone can help out Rebeca, please let us know in the comments below.


Mama Lisa

PS FYI I did find this nursery rhyme riddle about all the seasons:

In Spring I look gay,
Decked in comely array,
In Summer more clothing I wear;
When colder it grows,
I fling off my clothes,
And in Winter quite naked appear.

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A tree!

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8 Responses to “Does Anyone Know a Short Poem or Rhyme about Spring?”

  1. Janet McConnaughey Says:

    a nursery rhyme:

    Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
    How does your garden grow?

    With silver bells and cockle-shells,
    And pretty maids all in a row.

    I Meant To Do My Work Today
    by Richard Le Gallienne

    I meant to do my work today,
    But a brown bird sang in the apple tree,
    And a butterfly flitted across the field,
    And all the leaves were calling me.

    And the wind went sighing over the land,
    Tossing the grasses to and fro,
    And a rainbow held out its shining hand–
    So what could I do but laugh and go?

    longer, but with shorter lines. “Gabies” means “fools”.

    Nest Eggs

    by Robert Louis Stevenson

    Birds all the sunny day
    Flutter and quarrel
    Here in the arbour-like
    Tent of the laurel.

    Here in the fork
    The brown nest is seated;
    Four little blue eggs
    The mother keeps heated.

    While we stand watching her
    Staring like gabies,
    Safe in each egg are the
    Bird’s little babies.

    Soon the frail eggs they shall
    Chip, and upspringing
    Make all the April woods
    Merry with singing.

    Younger than we are,
    O children, and frailer,
    Soon in the blue air they’ll be,
    Singer and sailor.

    We, so much older,
    Taller and stronger,
    We shall look down on the
    Birdies no longer.

    They shall go flying
    With musical speeches
    High overhead in the
    Tops of the beeches.

    In spite of our wisdom
    And sensible talking,
    We on our feet must go
    Plodding and walking.

  2. N David Joseph Says:

    Spring, Almost

    The sunshine gleams so bright and warm,
    The sky is blue and clear.
    I run outdoors without a coat,
    And spring is almost here.

    Then before I know it,
    Small clouds have blown together,
    Till the sun just can’t get through them,
    And again, it’s mitten weather.

    Hello Spring
    (to the tune of “Goodnight Ladies”)

    Hello spring,
    Hello spring,
    Hello spring,
    We hope you’re here to stay.

    replace the word “spring” with other spring words
    eg: green grass, robins, rainbow, flowers, butterflies, etc.

    (to the tune of “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star”)

    Spring, spring is coming soon,
    Grass is green and flowers bloom,
    Birds returning from the south,
    Bees are buzzing all about,
    Leaves are buddign everywhere,
    Spring, spring is finally here!


    March is an in between month,
    When wintry winds are high.
    But milder days remind us all,
    Spring’s coming by and by.

    March Wind

    March wind is a jolly fellow;
    He likes to joke and play.
    He turns umbrellas inside out
    And blows men’s hats away.
    He calls the pussy willows
    And whispers in each ear,
    “Wake up you lazy little seeds,
    Don’t you know that spring is here.

    Winds Of March

    Winds of March, we welcome you,
    There is work for you to do.
    Work and play and blow all day,
    Blow the winter cold away.

    March Wind

    The wind is pushing
    Against the trees,
    He’ll take off your hat
    Without asking you “please”,
    He rattles the windows
    And puffs at a cloud,
    Then scoots down the chimney
    And laughs aloud.


    Never mind March, we know
    You’re not really mad
    Or angry or bad.
    You’re only blowing the winter away
    To get the world ready
    For April and May.

    Making Kites

    The winds of March begin to blow,
    And it is time for kites, you know.
    Here’s the way I make my kite,
    Watch and help me do it right.
    I cross two sticks so thin and long,
    Tied together good and strong.
    A string I fasten to each end,
    And across the middle to make it bend.
    I measure and cut the paper straight,
    And glue along the edge and wait.
    A ball of string to hold my kite,
    When it sails almost out of sight.
    And here’s my kite all ready to go,
    Please March wind begin to blow!


    April is a rainbow month,
    Of sudden springtime showers.
    Bright with golden daffodils
    and lots of pretty flowers.


    The roofs are shining from the rain,
    The sparrows twitter as they fly,
    And with a windy April grace
    The little clouds go by.

    Yet the backyards are bare and brown
    With only one unchanging tree–
    I could not be so sure of Spring
    Save that it sings in me.

    by Sara Teasdale


    May’s a month of happy sounds,
    The hum of buzzing bees,
    The chirp of little baby birds
    And the song of a gentle breeze.

    The grass is green.
    Flower blossoms I have seen.
    The days are warm.
    By evening it cools.
    It’s time to find the garden tools.

    (to the tune of “The Muffin Man”)

    Springtime is garden time,
    Garden time, garden time,
    Get your spades and come outdoors,
    Springtime is here!

    Springtime is planting time,
    Planting time, planting time,
    Get your seeds and come outdoors,
    Springtime is here!

    Springtime is jumping time,
    Jumping time, jumping time,
    Get your ropes and come outdoors,
    Springtime is here!

    Springtime is singing time,
    Singing time, singing time,
    Children sing a happy song,
    Springtime is here!


    Close your eyes
    And do not peek
    And I’ll rub “spring”
    Across your cheek.

    Soft as velvet
    Smooth and sleek
    Close your eyes
    And do not peek.

    My Spring Garden

    Here is my little garden,
    Some seeds I’m
    Going to sow.

    Here is my rake
    To rake the ground,
    Here is my handy hoe.

    Here is the big
    Round yellow sun,
    The sun warms everything.
    Here are the rain clouds
    In the sky,
    The birds will start to sing.

    Little plants will
    Wake up soon,
    And lift their sleepy heads.
    Little plants will
    Grow and grow
    From their warm earth beds.


    I love the spring.
    For every day
    There’s something new
    That’s come to stay.
    Another bud
    Another bird
    Another blade
    The sun has stirred.

    What the Robin Told

    The wind
    told the grasses,
    And the grasses
    told the trees.
    The trees
    told the bushes,
    And the bushes
    told the bees.
    The bees
    told the robin,
    And the robin
    sang out clear:
    Wake up!
    Wake up!
    Spring is here!


    Spring makes the world a happy place
    You see a smile on every face.
    Flowers come out and birds arrive,
    Oh, isn’t it grand to be alive?


    A small green frog
    On a big brown log;
    A black and yellow bee
    In a little green tree;
    A red and yellow snake
    By a blue-green lake,
    All sat and listened
    To red bird sing,
    “Wake up, everybody,
    It’s spring! It’s spring!”

    Spring is Here

    Spring is here,
    In the air,
    You can smell it coming,
    On the trees,
    Leaves are green,
    Caterpillars sunning.

    Birds are back,
    Grass is out,
    Busy bees are humming,
    On the trees,
    Leaves are green,
    Caterpillars sunning.

    Kite Flying

    On many spring days I wish that I
    Could be a kite flying in the sky.
    I would climb high toward the sun
    And chase the clouds. Oh, what fun!
    Whichever way the wind chanced to blow
    Is the way that I would go.
    I’d fly up, up, up. I’d fly down, down, down.
    Then I’d spin round and round and round.
    Finally I’d float softly to the ground.

    Young Lambs

    The spring is coming by a many signs;
    The trays are up, the hedges broken down
    That fenced the haystack, and the remnant shines
    Like some old antique fragment weathered brown.
    And where suns peep, in every sheltered place,
    The little early buttercups unfold
    A glittering star or two – till many trace
    The edges of the blackthorn clumps in gold.
    And then a little lamb bolts up behind
    The hill, and wags his tail to meet the yoe;
    And then another, sheltered from the wind,
    Lies all his length as dead – and lets me go
    Close by, and never stirs, but basking lies,
    With legs stretched out as though he could not rise.

    John Clare

    Who Has Seen the Wind?

    Who has seen the wind?
    Neither I nor you;
    But when the leaves hang trembling
    The wind is passing through.

    Who has seen the wind?
    Neither you nor I;
    But when the trees bow down their heads
    The wind is passing by.

    Christina G. Rossetti

  3. Lisa Says:

    Wow! Thanks for posting so many wonderful poems about Spring!

    Mama Lisa

  4. elizabeth hadingham Says:

    A Chinese friend taught me this song, which her grandmother sang to her:

    Little Bird, Little Bird,
    Why do you come here every year?
    In your bright clothes here, every year?
    Bird Replied:
    Here the Spring is so beautiful.

  5. kisserwani Says:

    I need poems that rhyme in french not in english!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I need it now no matter what nowwwwwwwwwwwwww nnnnnnnnnnnnnoooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!:(:)

  6. melynn Says:

    Learned this song in Kindergarten in 1969, from my teacher Mrs. Bruton:

    Spring is here,
    the world begins to wake-up!
    Birds appear,
    with a cheerful song!

    Trees that were old and gray
    are putting on their make-up!

    Spring is here!

  7. Joy Says:

    Spring is here,
    spring is here,
    gentle breezes are blowing.
    Birds appear, skies are clear,
    to the woods we are going.
    Tis, time to pick pussy willows, their greenhoods are showing,
    spring is here,
    spring is here, the gentle time of all the year.

  8. Grace Says:

    Joy, I’m thrilled that someone else knows this poem/song, or one very similar. I’m now age 68 and often sing this song I remember since second grade. If anyone knows it’s source, please post. Here’s the way I learned it:

    Spring is here
    Spring is here
    Gentle breezes are blowing
    Birds are here
    Skies are clear
    To the woods we are going.
    It’s time for pussy willows, their silver hoods are showing
    Spring is here
    Spring is here
    The gladdest time of all the year.

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