A Time of Renewal

Little sprouts and sprigs of green,
Outline the branches of the trees;
Against a sky of Azure blue.
Sometimes a puffy cloud or two.

Where grass had looked so brown
After the snow left the ground.
Now soft and green it smells so sweet,
As I walk through it with my bare feet.

Delicate flowers dance in the breeze;
Birds that sing the song of Spring.
This is the best time of the year,
A time of Renewal that I hold dear.

© L.S.B.