Glancing shimmering off the town.
Sliver and gold shining so bold,
The morning sings of times so old.
In the dark of night when no one saw,
December's white snows began to thaw.
They felt the warm spring air approach,
Began to melt as spring began to broach.
Spring began in the middle of night,
Leaping and falling over the hill heights.
Back it beats the cold December,
Bringing with it fine air and warm weather.
Soon they say we'll see the bloom,
Of many delicate flowers in full loom.
Spring creeps quietly yet flies on wings,
Sprinkling over the fields marvelous things.
Pink and green the flowers pop,
Over the thawed water the fishes flop.
Sings the bird of a bright new day,
Spring is here it's on its way.
Upon the town spring does rest,
Blooming with daisy and very well dressed.
Off to the air the birds take wing,
They sing of winter but now of spring.
Photo Credit: sandydooley.blogspot.com
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