Springtime

by Dawn Pisturino

Springtime struggles to survive
The clasping arms of winter,
Stirring up the homey-hive
And bringing forth the flower.

She hastens to restore the sun:
The melting snows recede;
And when the sap begins to run,
The worm returns to feed.

A flock of sparrows in the sky;
A big, red-breasted robin
Perched to catch a passing fly,
His little heart a-throbbin’.

Daffodils with yellow heads
Bobbing in a row;
Rich brown fields and grassy beds
Waiting for the plow.

Winter, dying in the wake
Of Springtime’s warmer rain,
Thaws the river and the lake
And disappears again.

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