Treasure Island

Ency Bearis

To Spring Time

As we greet the emerging sign from frigid time to Spring
Soon, silver linings on skylines with feathery cotton
Storms shifts to tepid noon, monsoons with fresh atmosphere
White slips, into green in the spectral view of the snow

Shortly, fields abound with green stems and rainbow sprouts
Awesome tulips, turnips, assorted prismatic blossoms will come
Abundant flowers wobble, sway in the air to spring dance
within zephyr: bees, butterflies, flies fly in lover's play

Sweet tunes, croon, coo-coo, puweit, prsst, birds tweet
How strange, even animals, moo, flap to welcome change
We bow to the lovable, ample scenery as we say wow
It seems to be the season of the wind with moon beams
As we greet the emerging change from frigid weather
in Spring Time

Submitted: Wednesday, March 03, 2010

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