Moon fades away
Sun starts new day
Lake waves glisten
Quiet birds listen
Dormant plants awaken
Fragile flowers brave nightly cold
Welcomes promise of melting snow
Deer herd on their morning prowl
Owl nods, winks, does not howl
Together all yearn for spring’s arrival
Fallowed fields with specks of green
Last year’s thistles standing keen
Tall and proud, hardy, alive
With just sun’s rays they survive
Happy to stay for a few more days
On red hill against sky of blue
Hope for day—sun shines through
Golden blooms, from plants not sown
Flowers so splendid, beauty has grown
Glorious blooms of weeds love spring, too
-By JOE COBB CRAWFORD