The first signs of spring peak their heads,
Waking from their earthen beds,
Bright color and cheer,
A feast for the eyes,
Wash away the grays,
Of the winter skies.
Periwinkles and daffodils side by side,
Silent trumpets calling the passerby,
Come stay awhile
And sit with us,
Add your own song
To our quiet opus.
Yellows and purples, greens and whites,
Play together in sweet delight,
And each new bloom,
Its herald brings,
The triumphant march.
Of the coming spring.
©2012 Virginia Donahue
