Spring

Small, hard buds will shortly bloom

Into green leaves, the morning dew

will grace the grass soon tinting green.

The sun will shine, the birds will sing.

Small streams of melted snow vacate.

Love calls out for its sweet mates.

A warmer, kinder air hangs ’round.

Seeds planting in softened ground.

The ancient earth appears again,

renewed and washed away of sin.

Fresh calendar reveals new months

and pledges change so soon to come.

A choir of voices carrying

A longing call to welcome spring.