A sense of warmth is tapping at the door; 
And hope, a feeling out from distant lore 
- Or so it seems - clears the deep refrain! 

Emerging youth: a dormant lea awakes.
The raging colour, singing loud, partakes
In annual birth - spring is born again! 

A zest anew for nascent life 
Begins in floral train: 
Carriage one: a snowdropp thrill; 
Carriage two: the crocus; 
Number three, a daffodil - dancing, 
Drawing focus - as she would, 
Attention seeker! 

How I love our spring: 
The bold and sleeker feel I get, 
An inner glow, a ring! 
I've paid the winter's chilly debt, so
Now upon the wing! 

~ Mark R Slaughter ~