Spring Returns

Springtime comes on the wings of the wind and melts the drifted snow. The ground gives up its hoarded frost and tiny brooklets flow.

The trees put on their coats of green at springtime’s soft request. Their limbs, like stalwart sentinels stand to guard the robin’s nest.

The river rolls unhindered to join the mighty sea for spring has burst the bonds of ice and sets its waters free.

Beyond the hills and woodland slopes the soft blue mist’s hand low. And here and there like pots of gold the dandelions grow.

The hum of insects fills the air. The birds break forth and sing. Life in abundance everywhere proclaims that it is spring.

Mary Warke, Camrose, Alberta



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