Spring is singing a soft song <br />To us and we are reborn. <br />Here and there pure daffodils <br />By the country roadsides thrilled <br />Us as we passed sunny fields <br />And heavenly green hills kneeled. <br /> <br />Red robins have now returned. <br />Their breasts like winter fires burn. <br />Windows of joy thrown open <br />Let sunshiny, warm air in. <br />Springtime birds sang in the dark <br />Before the sun showed its sparks. <br /> <br />The dream of summer looks bright <br />The symphony of spring's light <br />Brings magnolias alive. <br />Buds open toward a blue sky. <br />Tha silver moon was in flight. <br />Woven nests are birds' delight.<br /><br />Gayle Sweeney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-in-new-england/
