by Vicky Ann Smith

Created on: March 15, 2011

Cocooned like a dark night,

The hours tracked by moonlight

Where the sun should rise

And winter wins its prize

In the cold dark day.

But when the flowers grow

And spring brings on its show,

The night is cast away

Leaving you to see the day.

The chill of the wind fades

Like frowns forgotten in the shade

And smiles greet the morning dew,

The frosty cobwebs and rainbow hues

As April showers cleanse the land.

But when the flowers grow

And spring brings on its show,

The night is cast away

Leaving you to see the day.

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