Spring

The snow is melting on the ground and winters chill is past. The trees are coming back to life!The sky? still overcast! The animals are stirring from their Winter's tranquil rest, The birds are hidden-still (poor things) but soon they'll build a nest. The lakes have lost their frozen caps, (the streams and rivers, too) And soon I'll look up to the sky and see it's brilliant blue. And as I step upon the ground with it's coat so very cold, I stop to ponder on my walk, why Winter should be so bold. I think about our Spring (now due) and hope its beauty is nigh, For when our winter sheds it's coat the earth will soon be dry, For when our winter sheds it's coat it's beauty makes me sigh.