Spring In New England - Poem by Gayle Sweeney
Spring is singing a soft song
To us and we are reborn.
Here and there pure daffodils
By the country roadsides thrilled
Us as we passed sunny fields
And heavenly green hills kneeled.
Red robins have now returned.
Their breasts like winter fires burn.
Windows of joy thrown open
Let sunshiny, warm air in.
Springtime birds sang in the dark
Before the sun showed its sparks.
The dream of summer looks bright
The symphony of spring's light
Brings magnolias alive.
Buds open toward a blue sky.
Tha silver moon was in flight.
Woven nests are birds' delight.
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