Spring Ii
Spring II
Spring! Fast changing Season of fickle mood,
Hesitant sun and sharp, fleeting showers
When life stirs from Winter’s long solitude,
Aroused by these lengthening daylight hours.
Now, when the Season turns and Winter spent,
Sudden colour blossoms on budding trees.
The daffodil blooms and young Spring’s sweet scent
Is gentle carried on the evening breeze.
Migrating birds return on sun warmed wings
And the regal swan sails to summer nest.
As nights shorten and the first Cuckoo sings
And the honey bee wakes from Winter rest,
By shaded wood the pale yellow primrose
Shows and all around Nature’s beauty grows.
8/03/17
Copyright © Barry Stebbings | Year Posted 2017
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