Spring

Smell the sweetness of the morning dew.
    Warm sunny rays, burst a golden hue.

The newness of life completely surrounds.
    A fresh beginning, showing no bounds.

Whispers from kittens, a frolicing pup.
     Shades of green, pastel flowers erupt.

Misty pitters, or thunderstorm patters.
     Warm days to follow, as chilly air scatters.

Lawns are mowed, yards get cleaned.
     Bees are buzzing, their best gets queened.

Young plants are chosen, the garden gets tilled.
     Burgers and hot dogs, our meals must be grilled.

Once spring arrives, summer seems to peek in.
     The beauty of seasons revolve in a spin.

                                 Suzanne McLaughlin
                                       Spring 1999