The yard outside is rife with Spring.
The newness shows in everything.
The conversation nature sings-
A symphony of joy.
The shoots of colors (splendor splayed)
Seem like a brand new masquerade-
A spritely dance of living things
We annually enjoy.
The birds converse and sing with glee.
The squirrels jump from tree to tree.
Their voices give the earth beneath
New courage come to life.
The flowers bloom and grass gets green.
The ground seems more and more serene-
Telling birds and squirrels to breathe,
To sing and play and fly.
I saw a ground hog waddle out.
The fellow was so strong and stout.
He walked around and went back in
As if he owned the place.
I’m filled with wonder and amazed
When Spring comes with its happy craze.
Regardless of the mood I’m in,
God grants me brand new grace.
