You always know
when spring is in the air;
the trees start to show
their blossom everywhere.
Birds go through the ritual
of picking their mate.
Love seems to touch
every living thing
at this time of the year.
Slowly courting couples
will emerge from winter’s cold
and find the warmth of spring.
The sun will give us its grace
and warm breezes will blow.
Calling to everyone,
wake up spring is here.
7 April 2008
David Harris
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-spring-is-in-the-air/
