Grateful for Spring

I am grateful for a gentle cool morning breeze

For the protective shade of towering trees

I love witnessing lace-like flakes of falling snow

And listening to fans bleating for Mother Doe

I am thankful for the early silent morning

For the evening sky with bright stars adorning

I love hearing the happy singing of the bird

And streaming rays from heaven by a sun obscured

I am thankful for the bees and cheery flowers

For the beautiful raindrops from Springtime showers

I love the emerging of bright colors to life

And witnessing the sleeping plants again revive

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The Amaryllis.  It blooms around late winter and early spring.

There's a poem inside wanting to get out, but it's not quite ready to emerge.  In the meantime, you get these quaint little poems I am writing in the effort to try to get that one poem to work itself out.  It sometimes takes a little time.  This poem wasn't entirely pointless though.  Spring is my favorite season of the year, because I love watching nature wake up from its sleep of three or four months.  I love the brightness of all the colors, which tend to fade out when the dry air and heat kicks in.  Seems to be a great time for a seasonal poem.  Yes, it does snow in the Spring here.  I find it really amusing how people always seem surprised to see it when they've seen it happen before.