Spring Is Not All

Spring is not all, it is not bread nor wine Nor wool against the lengthy winter spells From January, April seems divine Like a mirage in misty distance dwells Yet with the melting warmth as seasons change Comes more than flowers bearing pastel hues Clear snow transforms into a muddy range Cloud filled insects and cobwebs cloak the views Along with birdsong, wind storms rise and grow And take their fill of newly planted ground With May comes danger, as the farmers know When homes shake with tornadoes fearsome sound Though spring exaults in accolades address Let's value, too, this quiet time of rest 1/28/23 example for my 'Spring is Not All' contest