Crocuses and forsythia
Herald spring is close at hand;
A time when seeds shed their coats,
And the days become more grand.

A time when the flowers wake up,
With foliage robust and green;
When freezing weather says farewell,
And the spring flowers can be seen.

In April  there are sweet lilacs,
Bradford pear petals fill the air;
I wish they would be eating pears,
As real profuse these trees would bear.

When May's catalpa trees blossom,  
The trees' flowers have a  are bell - shape;      
Their white flowers have purple throats,
Light fragrance from these blooms  escape.  

Roses and so many flowers,
Make a real, rare, picturesque  sight;
Amidst drapes of catalpa blooms,
There is a sight of grand delight.

With  limbs of white catalpa blooms,,      
The catalpa trees are well draped;
Their blooms release a light fragrance,     
What a lovely place well landscaped.