How much springtime means to me
By Fiona Cummings
Thank Goodness it has stopped snowing
Beneath my footsteps the grass is growing
The birds in the trees are starting to nest
To wake up to sunshine is the absolute best
The smells of springtime fills the air
The open bright sky is wanting to share
A beautiful day
Is what it wants to say
A sheet of hope covers us I pray
Goodbye to the winter
As its blade has left a splinter
A chill in my heart
My soul it has had to part
Walking past the
beautiful lake
With a memory of the snowflakes
A blanket of ice has broken
The sleeping spring has spoken
The mystical swans glide
With the ducks begging for a ride
How beautifully they
get on
And the black birds sing their sweet song
As I sit and take a mind picture of the new born rabbits
And think how we can forget our old habits
of wrapping up with our layers
And slippy dangerous fears
The air is so still
As the sun beckons for the new daffodils
The frozen rivers run free
The grey has turned aqua, in the sea
I just wanted to let you see
How much spring time means to me
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