Spring

Snowdrops and crocus herald the Spring
Heads held high in the icy wind,
Carpeted like a blanket of snow
Their gentle heads sway in the breeze that blows,
Beautiful flowers make garden bright
In hues of purple, gold and white.
What pleasure they bring to young and old
Showing us how the seasons unfold,
Gambolling lambs in the farmers field,
Hedges and trees new buds do yield,
sunshine to follow the shower of rain
Pattering down on my window pane;
Time will move on the seasons unfold
to welcome the summer in a blaze of gold.

by Barbara Corwena Boon

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