It's Spring!

The reeds have ceased their rattling sound

And tracks appear in softened ground;

The whistling of the peepers brings

The entrance of an early spring.

Now pushing up the meadow's edge

Are crocuses beneath the hedge;

A million buds are coming out,

Forsythia blooming all about.

A sense of kinship swiftly brings

A love for all these growing things,

And in doorway where I stand,

Enchanted by the greening land,

With all the riches of a king,

My heart cries out,

"It's spring, it's spring!"

...Ralph M. J. Worth

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