Ode to Spring

Oh Spring, you bring
the birds and bees-
again the trees are full of green!
I sing at last of sweeter scenes--
bright daffodils and sunny skies,
the fluffy clouds that float on high.
At last, at last, I drift all day,
singing the dreary grey away
that circled me all winter long.
You bring to me the season's song,
a symphony and choral throng,
kaleidoscopes' shined wondrous hues
in yellows, purples, pinks, and blues.
Grand visions bring me to my knees,
a tulip's grace, the dogwood trees--
fresh flowers scent the gentle breeze
that greets my window these spring nights
to burst forth dreams crayola bright.

With pen, I'm hearing nature sing,
while writing this, my ode to Spring.