Gone are the days of the cold north wind blowing,
Gone has the snow, save in some hidden places,
The grass has turned green, with a few buds showing
On the brave aspen and tall slender poplar trees.
The ice is breaking up on the lakes near the streams,
Birds wait in impatient armadas for all the ice to go,
The wind is gentle and warm like long forgotten dreams,
Each day brings a new bird song to hear, a new thing to see.
I used to herald spring with pleasure and delight,
But now when winter drags on in the lonely north
For what seems like eternity, spring is joy and light,
And fills my heart with gratitude beyond compare.
Tomorrow a flower may show, some greenery in the wood,
Two more robins to join the throng already here.
Children out playing in the warm sun, playing in the mud.
Oh blessed spring you have come to warm my frozen heart.
M Ann Margetson © 9 May 1997
720Spring
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