As Winter Turns To Spring
The leaves were falling from the trees,
Twisting and turning in the breeze.
The autumn spell throughout the land,
Was giving winter a helping hand.
The squirrel was hiding food with care,
For there was the sting of the autumn air.
The fowl would soon begin their flight,
Southward to eat in the sun’s warm light.
The farmer’s work was almost done,
Hay in the shed, by the ton.
The north wind blew hard at night,
Bringing snow with the morning light.
Finally the snow covered the ground,
Rabbits began to scamper around.
Suddenly the forest became alive,
Stirring like the bees in a hive.
All the animals hunted for food,
The big black bear was in no mood.
His sleep was deep and very long,
He didn’t wake at the snow bird’s song.
The farmers hay stack faded away,
Soon there came a sunny day.
The snow vanished from the hills,
The robin’s song was heard in the fields.
Spring’s warm touch was very near,
In the distance one could hear.
Winters wind was fading away,
Waiting to strike another wintry day.
The leaves came, as did the birds,
The insects came like herds.
The farmer’s work began anew,
Up at sunrise until the fall of dew.
We’re truly lucky that we may see,
Autumn and winter, then the first little bee.
In flight from a flower to its hive,
It seems so happy to be alive.
©2008 Lynn B Glover