The Birth of Spring

Old man winter’s breath escapes his lungs,

A futile attempt to fight back the waiting spring.

The lady of Spring lies expectantly in her grave,

Waiting for her moment to shine.

In a moment winter looses its grasp and she explodes forth putting to rest his cold hard reign.

She sways her hips in a victory dance and the song of life sweetly pass forth from her lips.

Nature responds to her call splashing colors as far as the eye can see.

For a brief moment no one remembers that her reign to must end.