SPRING IS SPRUNG

SPRING IS SPRUNG Spring is the time when winter’s cold is done But it is never thought too soon to come First hints to welcome the overdue sun Time for rejoicing, but more so for some Thrusting growth is bursting onto the scene Mouths emerging hungry from their long sleep Tree limbs now filling with sorely missed green This life’s new tide is one memory to keep Youthful months turn into summer’s own time But such investment will produce the best Species continue, the numbers still climb New offspring born, like chicks in the nest Yet when down in the southern hemisphere With Spring in September, it does seem *****