What Is Spring To Me
So winter yields to springtime,
But what is that to me?
A birdbath with a blushing bird,
Or perhaps a honeybee?
Another turn; another trip,
Three hundred days, or more--
See the hummingbird's uncertain sip,
Hear the dandelion's roar?
Still maybe I would like the view,
To see a rose in bloom--
I think I'd pick the grandest two
To decorate my room.
And so it is we journey on
Through the summer, into fall--
Wear the chilly garb of winter
Till we loose its lacy shawl!
~M
Copyright © Mel Merrill | Year Posted 2014
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