Springtime Poem
February 11, 2020
Blessed contentedness fills up my soul
Dainty dewdrops grace each fair petal
The world feels asleep and yet so alive
From the lonesome winter, it did revive
A songbird warbles from a nearby tree
An enchanting, soft, dreamy melody
Mother Nature’s in a fresh new gown
That goes lovely with her emerald crown
After many ruses springtime has come
I knew that sometime winter would succumb
So let us relish this season of peace
And hope that this feeling never will cease
This is the season the earth’s at it’s prime
Flowerets, serene, saplings, green, springtime