Spring

Small snow patches under trees
Trenches formed from dripping eaves
Tender lily sprouts peek out
To sun themselves. It’s spring, no doubt.

The wind still holds a frosty chill
Darkness comes quite early still
Hearts fill with anticipation
In renewal of creation

Coats worn in the morning’s cool
Are forgotten after school.
Bikes and jump ropes on the walk
Neighbors, o’er back fences talk

Mating birds, God’s praises sing
As nests are built with mud and string
Daffodils push up through earth
Each creation shows great worth

Dreams turn to long summer hours
Beaches and vast fields of flowers
Thorns will grow and bees will sting
But God renews my faith each spring.