The Winter bare branches - begin to pop...
A nib - a bud - a blossom - fills them in
Songbirds now sing their sweet melodies
While Winter beckons Spring - to please begin.
Grey skies have all but been erased
Replaced by white clouds in an azure blue sky
Sweet fragrance - fills the April air
As we watch baby Sparrows learning to fly.
Squirrels search for some pecans...
As they scurry across our greening lawn...
For all things become brand new once again
With the Winter - now long gone.
By, Theodora Onken
April 4,2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cheater's are a different breed. Some would do ANYTHING to get ahead or win- -Theodora Onken