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.