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A poem of early Spring
The weather’s turned around this day
It feels as if the month of May
A full month sooner than before
It’s time to put the screen back in the door
The breeze still whistles winter’s tune
She’ll change her song when June comes soon
As young girls and their beaus hide to spoon
Beneath the glow of a harvest moon
The birds at once all reappear
To build their nests and disappear
They hide away in their own way
Protecting the precious eggs they lay
Bees are searching ‘round for blooms
Popping up like small balloons
Making honey for an afternoon tea
I’m so amazed at what they see
It might be earlier than in years before
For Nature to open her warm Spring door
For reasons we may not agree
Still, Winter’s gone and I’m happy.
— WOLRAD
(A poem from the Wolrad collection #301)
