In the soft spring breeze,

Here and there, to and fro,

Leaves flutter on the trees,

Not knowing where to go.


Blossoms pink and white,

Like feathers floating down,

Oh so gently gliding,

Softly caress the ground.


Birds flitting tree to tree,

Singing songs so sweet,

Feeding hungry little babes,

As they screech for food to eat.


Sunshine peeking through the clouds,

Hints that spring has come;

Washing away winter gray,

Erasing all the gloom.


All too soon this lovely spring

Will turn to summer days.

Then I will long for winter time,

When rain will cool my face.


Faith L. Derickson

Copyright 1998