In April I love the anticipation of waiting
for the appearance of the first robin of the year,
and listening for the chirp of new born baby birds.
Watching for the first buds to form on the trees and flowers.
Showing they have awaken from their long Winter’s nap.



Spring is seeing the snow slowly melt and
watching the frozen ground become a mass of mud,
Then turning into a carpet of bright green grass.
It’s the thrill of finding the first crocus as it pushes
its way through the last remains of winter’s snow.


It’s feeling the warmth of a May’s wind as it softly touches my face.
It is the scent and colors of flowers after a gentle shower.
The smell of the fresh air on a bright sunny day.
Mostly it is a promise of a new beginning.
Old things, old memories are passed away.
It’s a season full of hope.

Cissy




Main Page

Poetry Page