Signs Of Spring Poem by Joseph T. Renaldi

The gurgling brook, the rushing stream,
The hail, the wind, the gale,
The Winter season begins to wane,
Spring emerges in the hills and vale.

Hear the song birds singing
in the nearby maple tree.
Chipmunks, squirrels, and rabbits
Wandering so happy and free.

A sweet aroma of early blossoms
Permeate the early Spring air.
Colorful tulips are swaying
in gardens where butterflies dare.

Leaves are protruding from the trees,
The ground is overwhelmed with green,
Spring brings a variety of flowers
And the envirorment becomes a merry scene.