Last Snow before
Spring
Spring in the air
There is snow, but I don’t care
The flowers know it
The robin knows it
Spring, sing Spring - everywhere
The golden sun warms the earth
Soon old man winter will fade
And in a Holly tree a robin will perch
Nesting with blue eggs laid
While by the garden gate
Or in the Trumpet vine
Keeping guard is her mate
Until a tiny new chirp signals all is fine.
Spring gives us hope
Of something new to share
Spring brings a smile
To hasten away our cares
Let this last snow linger a day or two
Before grey clouds become blue skies.
Yet how will I sing, where will I go?
What will I do? At winter’s last sigh.
Even if the weather is not,
I am ready
To celebrate Spring…
At Traditions' Thursday fling.
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