Spring Hopes Eternal
© 2016 Rolland G. Smith
A gentle rain has come and gone.
And early birds now chirp and sing.
Their chatter is the season's song
That welcomes in a birthing spring.
Some buds are near, but not yet seen
As warmth, like aches, both come and go.
Soon early bursts will have their green;
Then colors come as flowers grow.
The Daffodils don’t seem to mind
When poking through the earthen cold.
The Crocus are a kindred kind.
A hardy species, always bold.
If April is the cruelest time,
So too is March and December.
Some other months, not so sublime
From winter winds, I remember.
So when you look upon the land
That sees that spring has not come yet.
It will be soon and will be grand.
Earth's angels know the time is set.