A Welcome

Written by: Joyce Johnson

Just as the dark before the dawn,
We must suffer winter before the spring.
Spring comes in on a warming breeze,
Waving goodbye to the old snow king.

Peering bravely through last of snow,
The early bulbs turn to welcome her.
It seems Mother Earth is giving birth
As all of new life begins to stir.

The birds and the bees, new buds on the trees,
Proclaim that sweet spring is here to stay.
I most of all, hear the siren's call
And rush forth to greet the first spring day.