Spears of Green
Short days stretch, and long nights shrink
when Sol hangs high in the sky.
And I hear the eerie cry
of wild geese honking in sync.
Robin Redbreasts are the first
on the scene to welcome Spring.
Unabashed, they sweetly sing,
as showers quench Nature's thirst.
Beneath shrouds of fragile flakes,
snowdrops and crocuses sprout.
And green gets scattered about,
a warm breeze is all it takes.
Daffodils poke through the snow,
piercing white with spears of green.
And Spring arrives on the scene,
letting frozen rivers flow.
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