Ode to Spring
Winter's grip hath loosed its hold
And the day's no longer cold.
The birds do sing a different song
To welcome springtime's warmth ere long.
The snow doth melt, as well my heart
While the sun has an earlier start.
It shines and brightens where ever I glance.
On rippling ponds, reflections dance.
The sprouting leaves among the trees
Return anew as winter flees.