I stood at the window
sipping tea and gazing
upon the horizon;
my heart smiled to see
two birds in sync
soaring to and fro --
here we go!
And, lo, this morn,
I heard the sweet chirping
of myriad birds
and felt my spirit lift
despite the still chilly air
and gloomy, sunless sky
spring is nigh!
clear as glass
spears of rigid water
refract the rainbow
from thread like points
drip drip dripping
as the spear recedes
in the face of winter
as the sun insists
his time is done
When the groundhog scurries up
out of his tunnel in the ground
When you wake in up the morning
to the beautiful sound
Of birds expressing their happiness
through their own special song
Then you know that Spring is coming
and it won't be long
Before the flowers start to bloom
and the crops begin to grow
In the mornings grass covered in dew
we forget the long days shoveling snow
Our mood begins to enhance-
our winter gloom begins to fade
In the sunlight our souls dance
the trees kindly provide us shade
Nature is much more kind
when Spring is near
Joy surrounds humankind
Spring is here
Winter dances around with the Cold and Wind
though he knows that his time is coming to an end.
And so he picks up speed.
Soon he flies
Past the sky,
not to be seen for another year.
Spring pokes her head out
Unsure of whether Winter had run his course
and not wanting to interrupt him.
She smiles once she figures
that it is her turn,
and she begins.
Flowers start to bloom,
and the freezing water begins to warm.
The grass is beautifully verdant,
and Day stays around for longer.
Birds call out to each other,
Seeds are planted,
Trees are coated with leaves
And we know that a new season has begun.
In my sweet town
When April hits
And the Easter comes
Sun rises again
Kids running, playing
Parents enjoying their mornings
Teenagers falling in love
A happy neighborhood
Trees are getting happy oxygen
Families going on trips
Oh how beautiful it is!
Sky is almost a picture full of exciting colors
Spring is here
It brings smiles to everyone
With a glimpse of a first time enthusiasm
How long we've been waiting for this?
The world to feel safe and amazing again?
Babie('s) first steps in a sunny day
With a smile of innocence in their face
Different kind of music in every house
Making you wanna dance all day and night
Spring is a lot of things or
The lovable weather of the time
Where everything is hope
Where people feeling alive
There I will always go
To the weather I don't love
But to the mood I crave for
To the innocence of the Spring time
They're back in town, this colorful lot.
All three houses, their favorite spot.
Bird B&Bs all made of pine,
the birdbath clean, all fresh and fine.
We serve them mealworms, suet and seed,
and cater to their every need.
I hope some Bluebird travel guide
gives us five stars, we take great pride
to welcome Bluebirds back each Spring
a lovely sight and a beautiful thing.
The shadow of winter has finally retreat
the groundhog's shadow revealed at last
six weeks of slumber left to melt away the past
The rousing roar of golden beasts lurking outside
their proudest gaze braving sun or rain
daffodils bearing bonnets not as shade but mane
The regal regale carried away on wind
beckoning spring showers to ensue
renewed roar to raise the spirit of Earth anew
The Coming of Spring
A sparrow dances through the air, its eternal twirling and twisting seen throughout the beautiful, blue sky, finally on its way home. In its sharp beak, it carries a single green branch, a small, pure leaf slowly floats down onto the cold, unforgiving ground. It carries with it the new warmth of Spring.
Too much warmth.
The short month-long winter dissolves.
The air turns to 70, then 80 degrees
Ceasing to climb only in the hot July,
when the humid air
Feels like the surface of the sun.
Cloudy mornings start to lessen
Bright blue skies and puffy clouds
Herald the season's change.
The adapting to warm temperature
After the bitter 50-degree-weather is the worst.
(I'm not exaggerating. That really is
Our version of cold.)
I wish it was winter again.
That is the first sign of spring.
The weather is warm,
but not all the time.
Daffodils dare to rear
their flowering heads.
A stout robin sits
on a powerline,
chirping into the dampness