Spring ~ in lighthearted vein

Spring is springing

the birds are singing

and bees are winging
from petal to bloom

The breeze is drifting
my spirits lifting

sunlight is shifting
dispelling all gloom

The tree tops swaying
the hens start laying
there is no gainsaying

the call to go forth

The meadows are calling
and cats caterwauling

lambs prancing and frolicking

in grass to their knees

Life now is beginning
the frosty nights thinning
the dance of the seasons

is stepping in tune.

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