Spring follows winter which wiped the landscape clean now the foliage is abundant with so many shades of green
I heard the peepers’ chorus a night owl rose and soared with joy over his tasty smorgasbord
Now the lakes can sparkle with the fullness of the moon.
How I love to listen to that crazy loony tune
My senses are alerted I don’t want to miss a thing As my forget-me-nots remind me that there will always be a spring
—Betty Harwood
