Ode to the Spring

The cruel winter is over
Spring like a maiden shy
Blushing, flushing, soft silent
Is now walking by.
The earth again is young
Like a pretty petty girl
Whit and soft now
Clouds in the sky swirl.
No more hail or snow or sleet
Instead light spring showers
To make the atmosphere fresh
And brig out so many flowers
The wind hitherto bitter
Now merely caresses
Gently kindly softly
Spring's flowing tresses.
Spring with hr long robes
That swish as she walks
Lightly daintily picking
Her way through green stalks
She pauses a few moments
And then bestows a smile
On dry brown trees
Growing greener all the while
The plants suddenly feel
The surge of fresh life
Taller an strong hey grow
Willing to withstand summer strife
Though hr arrival be silent
And few can feel her near
The birds know and tell all
The sweet spring is here.
The rills and the brooks they know ti
And the lake and the plain
And the whisper to the wind
Spring is here again.