Poem: Spring Has Arrived
By: James G. Piatt
Spring has arrived, it’s no longer cold,
The bright sun melted winter’s icy robe.
Rills now flow softly in chasms down the hill,
Dappled bullfrogs’ are croaking shrill:
The bright sun creates colors to behold,
I longed in winter for springtime to unfold,
For I love the aroma of flowers bold,
As the day’s warmth, removes the icy chill.
Spring has arrived it’s no longer cold,
After spring’s season, summer is foretold,
Creating green meadows no longer gold:
Velvety birds will sing at their will:
I will smell the flowers near the rill,
Watch the animals leaping, uncontrolled,
Spring has arrived it’s no longer cold.