Is It Spring
Birds soar so high above
on this spring time breeze
but yet January is still here.
Temperature soars like never before
were did the snow fall go
as a warm breeze come.
Trees all bloom waiting to emerge
as the warmth of the suns array
thaw from winters chill.
Soon new flowers emerge
and shower with a fragrance
of heavenly sweetness to taste.
Time for long walks under the moon rays
holding that one in a tight embrace.
Oh is it spring time
or is mother nature
having fun giving us hope
that winter be no more.
Copyright © Michael Byte | Year Posted 2014
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