Signs Of Spring Poem by Cassaries Johnson

Oh how Spring has finally come
and poked out her flowery head,
from the shed she calls her home
in the bitter cold that is Winter
I see the bright face of the sun,
as it looks at me with a wondrous glow
through my window after a long run
of hiding its face from me

Winter dressed the world in white,
Now Spring changes its dress to green,
But in between, it looks like a fight,
A fight of fire and ice.
The remains of winter litter the scene,
Horrid slush where once lay snow,
Tomorrow they say that Winter will strike
once again, forcing Spring to flee,
to bury the world forever