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Ode To Spring's Rebirth
My soul was bathed in warmth this perfect morn,
as sunshine kissed the daffodils of spring,
and teased their beauty forth, again reborn,
in perfumed scents that only May could bring.
Thick frost and gloom of winter’s gripping cold,
now just a distant mem’ry, long since past,
have lost their frigid grip and loosed their hold,
as warming winds stave off cold’s wintry blast.
Proud trees once bare, now leafed in grand display,
mid fragrant fields in springtime’s brilliant hue,
bend slowly ‘neath a breeze, in gentle sway,
to wave a winter’s clutch one last adieu.
Farewell Jack Frost, for spring has come to stay,
and hold your wearied cold and snow at bay.
