The Dawning Of Spring: The pitter patter of feathered songs Brush along the ears Of the early morning, As robins scurry across the lawns Of unsuspecting neighbors. Crocus boasts To be the first Among the flowers To touch the crisp air; She spreads her petals proudly So the children might admire her. And notice the pussy willow, Stretching out his limbs to yawn, Whispering in a groggy voice For its leaves to wake. Or the little girl, Whose giggles lie Perched on the swing Under a cherry tree; To watch the dawning of spring.
Image via Koty 2 for Darling Issue No. 24