Spring

wifanyman

Spring
It’s when the wind blows,
A promise of tomorrow,
Warm air and sunshine,
Wash away the sorrow.

Life in full blossom,
Flowers in their dress,
Birds sing their songs,
Bugs crawl out of nest.

Winters dreary,
Coldness gone,
Snow stops falling,
Days grow long.

Spring abounds,
In full splendor,
Casting a spell,
Washing away the cinders.

Laying in green grass,
Staring at warm blue skies,
Hoping the season,
Is not a disguise.