Spring

SPRING Spring has a color all her own, She's no particular hue. She comes in many happy shades, In a variety of hues. Waking slowly from Winter's sleep, She twinkles in melting snow. Stretching her fingers toward the sun, She welcomes the warmth and glows. She dances merrily in golden rays, She sparkles on the water. She glistens in the morning dew, All Nature is her altar; Where she offers happily, A rainbow of glorious color, Singing sweetly through the wood, Joined by her sisters and brothers; The new born creatures living there, Come out to have first look, At all the colors of the world, The trees, the sky, the brook. What color best describes this nymph? What shade is she, what hue? What shade indeed, I cannot say, What color, say, is "New"? Judy Ball For contest Color My World by Nette Onclaud