The Birth Of Spring (Constanza) Poem by Connie Marcum Wong

April graces us with showers,
As cold snows melt, their wintry scene
Is changed to many shades of green.

From tender shoots, soon, Spring flowers.
Apollo's face is golden fair....
The scent of spring is in the air.

As blossoms float down from bowers
When gusts of April breezes blow,
They spread below like golden snow.

I delight and watch for hours,
For truly at this time of year
I feel God's presence dwelling here.

Blessed and touched by divine powers.
The joy of springtime here on Earth
Is felt with every flower's birth.

April graces us with showers,
From tender shoots, soon, Spring flowers.
As blossoms float down from bowers
I delight and watch for hours,
Blessed and touched by divine powers.