Suddenly, the silence broken,
Birds sing songs we knew they knew,
Suddenly, shy bushes blush
With blooms pastel or vibrant hue,
The tree’s bare branches dress in green
And leaves as if on cue,
Rain, like tears falls freely
From the sun’s warm shining face
Steam rises from the pavement.
Making fog that’s out of place,
And some rush in – begin to take
Spring’s new found glories from her,
New plans they make and longingly,
Count down the days to summer.