My Mother's Poem (3) Poem by Kim Barney

The Coming of Spring

After weary winter days,
We can see the signs of spring.
The bright sun warms us with its rays
That softly round us fling.

The flowers show their pretty heads
Of yellow, blue and white,
Though warm and snugly in their beds
They slept through winter's night.

The squirrels peep out from every nook
And jump and frisk about,
Next comes the sound of trickling brook
Turning in and out.

The leaves again make green the trees,
The birds so sweetly sing.
The butterfly floats upon a breeze,
'Tis the coming of the spring.