Spring - Poem by Janet Short-Windsor
I look out the window and think "Oh at last
The spring is a-coming and winter is past."
The flowers in the dark earth are making their way
Towards the green grass, for to greet a new day.
First come the snowdrops, so pure and so white,
Standing out there in the brilliant sunlight.
Followed by crocuses, yellow, white, mauve,
I have in my garden a real treasure trove.
And now see the tulips of various hue
Colours of beauty for me and for you.
Look at the daffodil, trumpet so yellow
Bowing to nature and saying "hello"
The bluebells ring out and their lovely perfume
Together with primroses fill up my room.
The sweet scented violets awake in their beds.
And smile at the trees as they all nod their heads.
The sun in the sky and refreshing soft rain
Makes me happy to welcome the Springtime again.
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