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, partakesIn 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, soNow upon the wing!
