Spring Morning

There is a golden glow
to the pale blue cloudless sky
green buds, barely visible,
peak from branches
checking for any traces of snow
in the air
cautiously optimistic
that spring has finally arrived

Nature concurs
she has not yet burst forth
with colorful flowers and full foliage
but daintily hints at spring
with delicate green blades
in a field of straw colored grass
soft, mauve crocuses scattered here and there
on barren hillsides

Robins have returned
sweet bird song greets the new day

2 thoughts on “Spring Morning

  1. Karen says:

    Ahh, yes, the struggle for spring to stay in our frozen land makes days like this so precious.

    • Meghan says:

      So very true, Karen! Mary, I loved this poem; your personification of Spring as it cautiously checks for snow… Makes me smile!

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