Extra Zing
Yesterday, on the first warm day of Spring,
I heard a robin redbreast sweetly sing.
And it was a melody on the wing,
a beautiful, magical sort of thing.
Although Winter's hold continues to cling,
its effects are slowly on the downswing.
And I know that April showers will bring
magnificent flowers fit for a king.
It's time to move on; Winter's had Her fling,
the weather's not Her exclusive plaything.
And She is but one of Nature's offspring,
a bland duvet in need of coloring.
On Spring's arrival, She'll change everything,
putting you in the mood for anything.
And while disarming Winter of Her sting,
Spring imbues your soul with that extra zing.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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