Spring Came Softly by Diane Jones

Spring came softly, on a warm bright morn,        

Buds beginning to budge their way                                

Out of the branches which greeted the day                                           

With changing garments no longer worn.         

                                   

Snowdrops were fading, dropping their heads,           

Tired of winter and sitting in snow.

Stalks began bending and listing so low;

Blossoms, no longer white, took to their beds.

                                   

Primroses peeked out, their petals so bright,

Colors so brilliant they seemed quite unreal;

Leaves hugged the ground, and were soft to the feel:

Pillows of green nestled closely and tight.

Daffodils daintily danced in the breeze,

Trumpeting loudly their songs of great cheer,

As tulips and hyacinths bravely appeared,

Determined that sunshine would trump any freeze.

Spring has arrived, and, determined, shall stay!

Winter, begone! You have had a long run;

Now it is time to replace you with sun,

And brighten our mornings, and lengthen our day!

© 2012 and 2013 by Diane S. Jones