A Joyous Time

As March winds huff and blow, Come crocus in their purple shades, And daffodils appear in rows, Heralds they, of brighter days. What can a heart be but glad, As flowers wake from slumbering, As bluebells in their myriads, Hearken to the call of spring. Gone the days, short and bleak, In shades of white and grey. Mother nature has her easel out, Her pallette on display. And a pretty picture does she paint, A creation, oh so fair. 'Tis a joyous time to be alive, When spring is in the air.