Springtime Poem by Robert R. Railey

Springtime

The harsh reality of living with the cold
Comes thankfully to an end each spring
And even though it's one of our four
Temperate seasons it's hard to tell when
It begins and ends
But since it's born in the ice and then
Melded with the sun
Springtime is shortly lived
Yet without the longer days of spring
Our souls just might never thaw
So here's to the warmth of days to come
When we'll enjoy the fruits of summer
Then we'll say there's never a better
Time to count our blessings than spring