Spring is Coming, a poem

Goodbye to February,

You were much too cold.

And I must confess

your stress got old.

It’s nearing spring.

Soon flowers will bloom,

And the birds all sing.

And inspiration comes.

The bright green,

The crisp cool air,

So fresh and clean,

The smell of growth.

And with the breeze,

The smell of hope,

Puts my mind at ease.

What’s dead is gone.

The rays of the sun

Wash over the trees.

New life has begun

Little buds on branches

Will soon become leaves.

March is here,

I wear my long sleeves

Just a bit longer.

Hold on to what

makes you strong.

Believe in that

Which pushes you along.