Spring
April showers,
Bring May flowers,
Orange blossoms fill the air.
Rainbow in the sky,
Desire in their eye,
The awakening of a bear.
Budding trees,
Young birds and bees,
The last of the melting snow.
It's Spring at last,
Winter has past,
Green grass begins to grow.
Eggs to discover,
Mothers to remember,
A tribute to the fallen of war.
You can easily see,
What Spring means to me,
It's the season, I adore.
� 2001 Gary Crain
My Poetry Index
