Spring's Palette
Spring starts, with the drip, drip, of icicles:
as longer days of sunshine warm the air.
And as folks switch from cars to bicycles,
winter weather turns from freezing to fair.
Tulip, daffodil, and crocus bulbs sprout;
imbuing gardens with colorful inks.
And as life's resurrected, all about:
Spring's awash, in a sea of blues and pinks.
The first of the songbirds start tweeting tunes:
shortening the length of Winter's harsh rule.
And melting lakes echo the calls of lunes:
as ice-free waters flow, from cold to cool.
Red, yellow, violet, purple, and gold:
define Spring's palette as subtle, yet bold.
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