icy winds of winter
just made me want to frown;
I thought that lovely springtime
would never come to town.
But now the trees are waking;
they've clothed themselves in green,
and I've almost forgotten
that dreadful winter scene.
There's music on the hillsides,
in every marsh and dell;
I am alive with wonder,
sing like a bird as well!
My garden is a picture,
I feel just like the flowers,
all shimmery and new!
The birds and bees are humming;
I hear a meadowlark.
I know a picnic's coming,
a strolling in the park.
Oh, how I love this season;
it makes me want to sing!
My spirit is uplifted
by melodies of spring.
Copyright © 1997 Ruth Gillis
published in the Summer 2000 issue of Bell's
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