The scent of spring hangs in the air
Sun shining as bright as it will dare
A new beginning stirs in the soul
Breaking the bond of our winter foe
Snow is stubborn and slow to melt
But it must play the cards it is dealt
Puddles grow…and streams roll on
A giant mud hole for my lawn
3/9/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem