Your favorite poems about Spring

in just-

  in Just-
  spring       when the world is mud-
  luscious the little
  lame balloonman

  whistles       far       and wee

  and eddieandbill come
  running from marbles and
  piracies and it's
  spring

  when the world is puddle-wonderful

  the queer
  old balloonman whistles
  far       and       wee
  and bettyandisbel come dancing

   from hop-scotch and jump-rope and

  it's
  spring
  and
       the

               goat-footed

  balloonMan       whistles
  far
  and
  wee

      e.e. cummings

(Sorry, cummings’ line spacing didn’t translate quite as it should, but you get the drift.)