Spring slowly awakens,
One day is wet and cold;
The next the sun brightly shines,
This cycle can really get old.

But down deep in our hearts,
Hope tells us of an awakening spring;
Flowers are beginning to bloom,
And the grass starts to turn green.

The birds are building nests,
As they chirp their cheerful song;
The Bleeding Heart is up,
And will bloom before too long.

The Crocus and Jonquils
Are donning their new gowns;
Spring awakens the color
That winter has beat down.

As the sun shines brightly,
And spring rains start to fall;
Spring awakens slowly,
Bringing hope to us all.

©Sandra S. Oidtman - 2008