The pond seems still beside the pale brown reeds <br />Still sleeping drowsy from their winter rest <br />Yet it is spring, so soon from dormant seeds <br />New shoots will sprout while birds will build their nest. <br />Although the frost still chills before the dawn <br />And snowdrops have already drooped their white, <br />The frogs will crawl and start to spill their spawn <br />As longer days bring warmth after the night. <br />Crocus and daffodil will chorus loud <br />Their floral harmonies of mauve and gold <br />While shy narcissi whisper, not as proud, <br />Their gentler creams and lemons, much less bold. <br />As bluebells think of flooding forest floors, <br />Sharp April showers send us all indoors.<br /><br />C Richard Miles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/april-spring-sonnet/
