Springs Back
Springs back and right on
schedule,
She’s once more in
control,
Winter takes his dreary
days,
Flees after one last
blow.
No gray skies now, low
overhead,
To sadden and
depress,
For Spring arrives, and just in
time,
Adorned in flowered
dress.
I listen closely to the
sounds,
That signal Springs
return,
Smell the smoke that fills the
air,
From fields that farmers
burn.
See the birds that were not
here,
During Winters
reign,
For they migrated, flying south,
But now are back
again.
The croak of frogs down by the
pond,
Clings to the cloak of
night,
Rejoicing in the time of
year,
Expressing their
delight.
I feel the gentle touch of spring
,
That penetrates
my soul,
Spring heals with her artistic
grace,
With rainbow hues that
glow.
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