PRE-SPRING


The smell of spring is in the air,
Even as the snow does fall;
The birds are singing cheerful songs,
As old man winter makes his last call.

Jonquils bloom in the yards,
Crocus dress in colors bright;
Cold winds still are blowing,
Causing chills through the night.

March will leave meek as a lamb,
Cause she came as a lion today;
As winter breathes its last breath,
We await the sun's warming ray.

New life will soon burst forth,
The grass will turn a lovely green;
Flowers of all shapes and kinds,
Make a joyful, colorful scene.