Winter grabbed his coat and said “wish me well” as I must leave.
Spring happily chimed “I shall not grieve, for I am pleased”
Hibernating bulbs are bursting to be seen.
As bluebirds gather on high wires to preen.
Winter was in the rear view mirror,
Giving way to the sun’s quiver of rays.
The sleeping soil yawned and frolicked,
“Tease me with sunshine and I shall paint a rainbow of color”
My wardrobe of raincoats packed away…
I change into lighter layers to offer a thanksgiving prayer,
For a season of change that is guaranteed to be pleasing!