Spring

Dust motes dance in the warm, spring sun,
chorus of peepers, their songs begun.
Fairy rings of toad stools sit and await
their honored guests by the garden gate.

Daffodils nod in the slightest breeze
while bursting buds adorn bushes and trees.
Snowmelt has left the grass brown, then green
as emerging leaves sport a springtime sheen.

The hyacinths' perfume fills the air,
warm earth smell rising from gardens bare.
Sparrows, though, have no time to rest,
retrieving soft supports for their nests.

The lilac flaunts its purple glory,
while forsythia tells its yellow story.
And me, I grin from ear to ear,
once again, thank God, spring is here.