Apr 2019
The snow has come and gone away
Birds they fly, in nests they lay
Seasons come but rarely stay
The ice is gone from lakes and streams
Through my windows the sunlight beams
Another season, or so it seems
Birds they fly, in nests they lay
Seasons come but rarely stay
The ice is gone from lakes and streams
Through my windows the sunlight beams
Another season, or so it seems
A short poem about the coming of spring. Part of the “Thoughts of Seasons” theme I began with my Fall poem.
