poem number one- spring
December 18, 2025 at 11:37 PM
The month after cold
is the month that is most bold
birds flying home
bears opening eyes
warmth almost back to where it came
The grass starts to green
a vibrant and welcoming scene
seeds start to grow
melting away all the snow
life returns to the land
the sun feels warm on your hand
The streams run in sight
all in the sun's gentle light
the world wakes once more
gone is the cold as before
beauty unfolds with new breath a world blooming, awake after death
Flowers begin to show
a colourful and cheerful glow
buds burst into light
filling the air with delight
the bees start to hum
spring has now finally come