Signs of Spring


The signs of Spring,

Are everywhere.

From the glow of cheeks,

To the fresh, warm air. 


Of breezes blown gently,

From the south.

Of babes newborn,

From the mouth.


Of tulips and daffodils,

Banishing Winter's ills.

The fat red squirrel on my fence,

Traveling to whom knows hence.


The air is alive,

With just one thing.

The coming of,

The nascent Spring.


Copyright 2000 © Ronald W. Hull




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