Night shadow passes into dawn.
I walk along the wooded path
and smell the drops of rain so crisp.
I surely feel the blossoms rejoicing
at this early sign of Spring's delight
along with our winged friends the robins
that have put in a heartening appearance
singing their throaty songs of joy.
The warm and encouraging showers
rain down in frisky streams that beckon
all creatures to come out and play.
As I amble along with my umbrella
perched above my head I dream
of longer days and beauty abounding.
I'm refreshed and renewed in Spring's embrace.
for Russell Sivey's contest "Spring Showers"
Copyright © Deb Wilson