I Dream Of Spring Poem by Paul Reed

"Come smell the green things growing,
The boxwood after rain;
See where old beds are showing
Their slender spears again"

From ‘In April' by Margaret Lee Ashle

I dream of Spring
Now that Winter's here
The hedgerows to ring
And the sun to cheer;

These days that stand between
Are enemies in my path
The coverers of the green
Provokers of my wrath;

But here in my bed
With the night so cold and dark
My thoughts are gladly led
To the springtime and the lark;

Spring, I dream of you
Though you are tucked away
In your Winter's hue
Of charcoal, black and grey.