Winters End

The stars simmer down,

to a glimmering past.

The sun climbs up,

to its fullest at last.

The rays beaming down,

putting frost in its place.

The breeze in the air,

flowing by with much grace.

The grass turns from brown,

to an overnight green.

The buds do sprout,

from natures unseen.

The leaves turning green,

as they climb to the top.

Picturesque scenes,

of new planted crop.

As nested birds,

find food for their young.

The bear’s hibernation,

starts coming undone.

The new planted flowers,

the smell of cut grass.

Winters end,

Turns to spring at last!