Gates of Spring

The hard cold road of Winter ends At green meadowed gates of Spring As dove's wings flutter feathers bend And birds once again want to sing Sun's warm eye has opened anew Giving its glare to every seed The cool gray skies finally changed blue Cold rain rumbles to fill a need Rainbows appear and cross the sky And wear colors of varied hues Fog rises from Nature's Spring sighs Lays on soft bended grass as dew Birds on wing limb to limb at ease Whistle a melody for mates Butterflies float on the warm breeze With colorful wings that stimulate Winter ends at the gates of Spring Meadows turn lush as flowers bloom Spring's symphony strikes its bow string Nature bows with a colored plume For the contest Spring Fever sponsored by Poetess Darkly