Spring is the loveliest season of them all,
A source of life and love and gentle things,
Reward for winter's frost and icy pall.
A time when fledglings spread their tiny wings.
Spring is the gentlest season of them all,
When lambs their frail appendages must try,
The sheep stay close, concerned lest they should fall,
And gently nuzzle them to help them try.
Spring is the brightest season of them all,
Spring flowers yellow, mauve and red and blue,
And grasses growing silky, slender, tall;
And trees whose leaves are green of every hue.
Spring is the shortest season of them all,
Dissolving into summer's eager call.
a beautiful poem greets the best season. also NATURE greets spring. loveliest gentlest brightest
A nice poem celebrating the beauty of the best season. Voted 10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I DO love spring and its cool breezes, lovely flowers...such a lovely write John :) 10