S waying in the breeze,
P etunias and tulips can now bloom and breathe.
R ain comes and sprinkles but once a day
I ndoors is no place to stay on such a beautiful day.
N o year is the same,
G oing away just as soon as it came.
[My favorite season-April 2008]
Leah Johnston
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-88/
