Let Me Tell You About Spring Poem by Dorothy (Alves) Holmes

Oh
She can be radiant
In twirls of pink laced blossoms
Head filled with her songs of the season
Letting go at top volumn
In daffodil thrills and
Lady slippers.

Spring is rather sassy
Lingering in gardens she should
Be caressing in veils of spider's webs
Dressing beds of flowers for
Hours beneath dressed up trees
And roses spilling buds for bloom
Soon.

Spring
Really does not need me
To said a word about her charm
She alarms noone...not even the
Tiny birds or worms, bumble bees
Or butterflies
All humming and singing in unison
Because she's come...

Sometimes winter drags along for another
Day or two
Bringing rain and snow, just won't go,
Hearing about the party about to begin and
Stays to become an invited friend.
Spring is polite
Won't put up a fight until...until...
The sun yells, and stomps her feet,
Telling winter to retreat,
Quite a feat!

Spring!
A most favoriet time of year
Where cares are brought to rest
Because Spring,
Does it best.

Look at spring struct
Iris blades on parade
Spider's wort yawning
Gardens stretching in green.
Spring, queen of seasons...
Spring is a delight
An awesome sight!
Wait and see!
Wait and see!

Dorothy Alves Holmes
A Poet Who Loves To Sing...About Spring and
Every other thing!
5: 23-24 p.m.
March 25,2013
Just sitting here, mind at play!