S waying in the breeze, <br />P etunias and tulips can now bloom and breathe. <br />R ain comes and sprinkles but once a day <br />I ndoors is no place to stay on such a beautiful day. <br />N o year is the same, <br />G oing away just as soon as it came. <br /> <br />[My favorite season-April 2008]<br /><br />Leah Johnston<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-88/
