by Vicky Ann Smith

Created on: March 15, 2011

Icicles in the air rain down to the streets

Where puddles splash with hurried feet,

And the winter’s day is waiting for the sun

To thaw the ice in the rain.

Winter is turning, the birds are calling,

Skies lighten, waking sleepy eyes

From the dark nights that surrounded our days.

And the flowers bloom

Free from frost and winters tune,

Giving nectar to the bees and birds

For spring to lead the seasons high.

Winter is turning, the birds are calling,

Skies lighten, waking sleepy eyes

From the dark nights that surrounded our days.

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