Spring is peeking 'round the corner,
Turning dull brown trees to "fluff",
Adorned with blossoms soft and pink.
(Of winter, trees have had enough!)
Spring holds promise bright and clear
As flowers once again appear,
Bursting forth in glorious bloom,
Offering to us good cheer.
Spring has "rhythm" of her own
And seems to sing a happy song.
Let her fill you with new hope
As cheerfully she trips along.
© 2010 Arlene Schwartzkopf