Springtime: A Poem

David Byron Smith

One week, that’s all it took
Strong, meek – we’re off the hook







Little buds showing their future
Happy seeds greeting the Sun

Little buds showing their colours
And we all rejoice
That yes, Spring is here

The snow recedes
Hemlines rise
Frowns of Winter’s brunt
Turn to smiles –
At last the warming Sun









Take off that coat
The one that protects you
Let your skin breathe
Let your hope fly

Just after the gloom of dark cold Winter
There comes the solar solace
For old or young

Spring is the best time of all



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