Spring. A poem by Robert McCracken
Today is the day when bold kites fly,
When cumulus clouds roar across the sky.
When robins return, when children cheer,
When light rain beckons spring to appear.
Today is the day when daffodils bloom,
Which children pick to fill the room,
Today is the day when grasses green,
When leaves burst forth for spring to be seen.
It's been a loooooong winter but Spring is FINALLY here. My favourite season...the mere mention of September is enough to put some bounce in my step. I love the sunshine, the blue skies, the blooming bulbs...ah, sweet Spring.
What does Spring mean to you?