The soft morning breeze
Stirs gently through the leaves
And carries with it a song
An overture to Spring
A prelude of feelings
Stir within my heart
Of days remembered
Not forgotten
And the beauty they shall bring
Of sweet flowers blossoming
Their colours soft and bright
A fragrance all pervading
Enhanced by sunlight
Drifting over meadows
Carried on the wind
Over fields and hedgerows
Where nesting birds sing
Such lovely thoughts come to me
Of scents and sights and sounds
A tapestry of beauty
My memory of Spring ...
Poem by Dianne Dawes ... ♥
Flowers of Spring image, Google, source unknown.