Spring

Written by: cherilyn fry

As we transcend snowy bright mountains that thrill the adrenaline seekers
  Buds spring up around the foothills of these mountains and
populate themselves by way of white bells and other lovely flowers
  making themselves well known in summer months by their scent that wafts upon billows of breezes

This is the time of cherry blossom trees that line our street in a symphony
A riotous coloured canvas splashed with magentas, thalo, and cobalt hues
if a symphony were playing it might be Ode to Spring by Benjamin Britten

each season has its beauties
Is gifts for the eye and the body
My favourite is spring
As it sometimes not so meekly melts the snow with vengance.