Spring
Spring
When the Season turns and Old Winter spent,
Sudden colour blossoms on budding trees.
The daffodil blooms and young Spring’s sweet scent
Is gentle carried on the evening breeze.
Fast changing period of restless mood,
Faltering sun and uncertain showers.
Sleeping souls wake from Winter solitude
Aroused by Spring’s lengthening daylight hours.
Migrating birds return on sun warmed wings,
By shaded woodland the yellow primrose
Blooms. Nights shorten and the first Cuckoo sings
And all around Nature’s industry grows.
Barry Stebbings
21/02/17
Copyright © Barry Stebbings | Year Posted 2017
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