A Spring Mix

In early spring some days are cold, for winter’s loath to break its hold, still sending winds that bite and sting. Some days are cold in early spring. Sing, one and all, to welcome the unique Pleasantness of spring. Sun’s Rays and showers will fulfill their Intended purpose, engendering New life in the earth as we say Good-bye to Winter’s last cold blast. Are those little birds I see now soaring in the skies above me? Itchy, weepy, bloodshot eyeballs strain to see spring's scenes so lovely. Fragrances of March and April, gifts sweet springtime now delivers, permeate my faucet nostrils, turning streams to raging rivers. Benadryl is coursing through me, bringing respite from the season, rendering me semi-conscious, itching not, but lacking reason. Mid-spring is here. The earth’s alive. Green grass, full trees, and flowers thrive. Sunshine and warm winds bring us cheer. The earth’s alive. Mid-spring here. Comes June’s debut with longer days and rising heat. To summer’s ways, we soon must bid sweet spring adieu. With longer days, comes June’s debut. March 23, 2021, spliced together from three old poems Contest: Fragments of Verse Sponsor: John Lawless