Let Me Tell You About Spring

Oh She can be radiant In twirls of pink laced blossoms Head filled with her songs of the season Letting go at top volumn In daffodil thrills and Lady slippers. Spring is rather sassy Lingering in gardens she should Be caressing in veils of spider's webs Dressing beds of flowers for Hours beneath dressed up trees And roses spilling buds for bloom Soon. Spring Really does not need me To said a word about her charm She alarms noone...not even the Tiny birds or worms, bumble bees Or butterflies All humming and singing in unison Because she's come... Sometimes winter drags along for another Day or two Bringing rain and snow, just won't go, Hearing about the party about to begin and Stays to become an invited friend. Spring is polite Won't put up a fight until...until... The sun yells, and stomps her feet, Telling winter to retreat, Quite a feat! Spring! A most favoriet time of year Where cares are brought to rest Because Spring, Does it best. Look at spring struct Iris blades on parade Spider's wort yawning Gardens stretching in green. Spring, queen of seasons... Spring is a delight An awesome sight! Wait and see! Wait and see! cYNTHIA A Poet Who Loves To Sing...About Spring and Every other thing! 5:23-24 p.m. March 25, 2013 Just sitting here, mind at play!