Springtime

Winter has vanished and spring has appeared Leaving the harshness that once persevered. The snows ice and sleet that stifled our way Have all disappeared till some far off day. Robins are building their nests in the trees The springtime flowers enticing the bees. The song of this thrush is first sung at dawn While honeybees gather nectar on lawns. The warm gentle breeze that blows from the west Coaxes white cumuli onward their quest. The yellow faces of Dandelions Inhabit the landscape by the millions. Life comes alive in this fairest season Where springtime abounds neath the morning sun.