Nature casts off her winter garb,
pure white ermine,
soft and plain.
Showers in renewing,
springtime rains,
begin afresh once again.
Breezes blow her dry once more,
sweeps the old
clean away.
Sunshine comes,
to give her warmth,
makes her children frolic and play.
Puts on a new,
frock of green,
fragrant, musty, earthy hue.
Displays her jewels,
of flowery delights,
red and yellow, orange and blue.
Springtime’s promise,
of more to come,
brings to mind summer’s fun.
For now we’ll see,
her labors great,
winter’s gone, spring has won.
Copyright 2013, John Paul Mueller