Spring Poem by Brad Bayliss

The spring it is my favorite time
all new and fresh and young
fresh vibrant hues
and buds swollen amber
skies of towering cloud
against skies of deepening blue
and bulbs push more skyward
like spires from an oxford skyline
and lambs they spring
with so much energy
while birds they build there nests
Spring is such a special time
it fills our hearts with joy
the winter now behind us
those cold and barren times
Summer around the corner then we can hand in hand
walk this path together
and never be alone