It Must Be Coming

Is it here? It appears

that now the time is taken.

Every flower, with great power

begins to awaken.

It must be coming; Winter's running

very far away

and with it, bringing a brighter,

vibrant kind of day.

Placid winds, and rain-clouds bend

the bluer skies above;

trees re-birthed, birds there perched

singing of sweet love.

Spring is come, Winter's gone,

Summer, Autumn plan their stays.

Beauty, flower, bird, and shower,

paint Spring's ever lovely days.

-LJ

12 & 13 March 2016