Springtime

Posted: 15th March 2000 by Jab in Poetry

Dew resting upon the tips of the grass;

buds spouting on the branches of trees.

Children playing and flowers blooming;

and the sounds of birds whistling.

Cartwheels in the grass,

And walks in the park;

The weather is beautiful for all.

The gentle showers:

To bring the flowers;

With such beauty and caress.

Open the doors let the air in;

with smells of such delight.

For springtime is the best time,

for moonlight walks at night.

The time of joy is coming,

Around the corner, just inches away.

Long from the time of bitter cold,

Springtime is on its way.

 

– Springtime