Winters umbilical cord of frosty nights <br />Cut by springs warming razor lights <br />Plucked from the white canvas so bland <br />Brilliantly exploded colours emblazoned stand <br />Heads with hues vivid red, mellow yellows <br />Oh, how springtime’s voice loudly bellows <br />Rejoicing happy children’s faces <br />Dreaming of holidays faraway places <br />Footprints washed by waves in pearly foam <br />Beaches golden sands where to roam <br />Lovers walking hand in hand <br />Wrapped in the bouquets of loves garland <br />To be happy young and free <br />The way love and spring, should always be<br /><br />Gordon D Wilkinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-152/
