Ode To Spring

O Spring, I thought you’d never come. The winter seemed so long. And now I sense your presence near in colour and in song. The cardinal sings a lyric tune; the crocus are in bloom. Hyacinth and Daffodil compete to greet the morn. The bashful Blood Root nods her mute accord. O Spring! O Spring! You are my smiling world. Maple leaves escape their bud as gently they unfurl. Rhubarb bursts her gnarly crown; a dream of pies renown. O Spring! O Spring! I see your face in every corner, every nook. It matters not how long you took.