New Season
Dance in the dells
Joy claims the feet
Winter is dispelled
Happiness is mete
Alive once more
Caressed in sun
Energized to the core
Begins now the fun
Birds singing for mates
At each new dawn
Spring keeping her date
The appearance of fawns
Butterflies awake
Box elder bugs flight
The ants' thirst is slaked
Bees on blossoms light
And we rise in song
That cannot be contained
The cold lasted so long
So glad we remained
©️Sylphide poem/image 2021
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