Early Spring

 

 I love these days in early Spring

When hills are turning green,

And every leaf and blade of grass

Is bathed with dewy sheen.

There is no need for coaxing

To leave behind the chores,

On slightest pretense I am quick

To wander out-of-doors.

I love the tang of Springtime air

Brimful with blossoms sweet;

A carpet made of lush green grass

Springs softly 'neath our feet.

Within my neighbor's garden near

Bright daffodils now bloom

And from my window I can hear

A robin's cheery tune.

These are the days I cherish mot

When birds come back to sing,

And everywhere God seems to say:

Come, say "hello" to Spring!

 

~ Kay Hoffman