Spring Is Almost Here Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

We know the drill.
Reticent as a daffodil
Spring is almost here.
It comes but once a year.

Those last few touches of frost we sneer
But to a man we all sincerely revere.
The first snowdrops bobbing gondolier.
It's peeping snowy white stratosphere.

Ice becomes all the thornier.
When the pussy willow's catkins quill
Bursts and shivers like frothy beer
With cushions, white downy, and fiberfill.

Then all of a sudden, it's like a prayer.
All is well to stand and stare.
Feel as though a promise could--fulfil
Was nodding residing in a golden daffodil?