Once again Spring has sprung,
sleeping trees of winter season
burst into new life
spurred on by refreshing, heavy rain
melting last patches of hard packed snow,
softening the soil from winter's icy grip
Fresh green budded leaves opening, uncurling,
covering over the naked bark from cold breezes
bringing Spring into its own.
Grasses growing ever greener, thicker, lusher
slowly creeping, covering over muddy patches.
Bushes too, awakening,
tiny buds and leaves appearing
giving hazy green aura to each hedge,
their winter nakedness quickly disappearing
Gardens receiving their spring grooming,
lawns raked, flower beds turned over,
dead weeds and old plants pulled out.
Early spring bulbs breaking through the soil,
bluebells, crocuses, daffodils and tulips
brightening up the past winter bleakness
with colors of yellow, blue, pink and mauve.
Everywhere, there is that feeling of Spring,
of new life, of renewal,
of a new beginning.
Written in car on journey through countryside between Oshawa and Richmond Hill, Ontario - 21st April 2023.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem