Signs Of Spring
Drip by drip, snowmen melt away:
as the sun shines longer each day.
And the scent of Spring rides each breeze
as life awakes from Winter's freeze.
Green returns to the barren trees
as they unfold emerald leaves.
And daffodils and tulips grow,
poking up, through the sullied snow.
The air tastes sweet as honeydew:
and the skies turn robin's egg blue.
And love is everywhere, it seems:
smelts start spawning in creeks and streams.
The honking calls of flocks of geese
advocate for Winter's release.
And Spring's sweet breath freshens the air,
Her aroma's beyond compare.
While songbirds sing and hatchlings squawk,
Nature poses in Her green frock.
And warm breezes caress your skin,
as the first signs of Spring begin.
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