Harbingers of Spring
I saw the first robin
Spring can't be far away.
Soon the teasing warm temperatures
Will be here to stay.
Little green crocus shoots
Defy the snow on the ground,
Shouting their victory
Without making a sound.
Sleepy eyes appear as
Hibernators awaken,
Searching for food
After the nap they have taken.
Birds are building nests
And laying their eggs,
While the new forest babies
Are finding their legs.
Gradually the snow melts,
Winter's final recession,
Marking the end of
Our winter stress and depression.
Spring has come at last!
We can be happy and gay.
Spring's harbingers are urging us to
"Go out and play!"
