Elga Haymon White
Dewdrops, like diamonds, sparkling on the grass
Meadowlarks trilling, full-throated . . . melodious—
Blackbirds singing their songs of the season
Blue sky . . . warm sun . . . birds will soon be winging. Daffodils springing up out of the ground,
Watching for the crocus . . . to come around.
Violets making debuts in dresses of velvet . . .
Wild roses unfolding . . . of course, Spring's favorite. Winds blowing o'er the meadow with laughter and glee
Awaiting the rains that will come