Every Day It's Getting Better Poem by Paul Reed

Short now the long-waited time
When bounteous Spring will return,
With every day it gets nearer
The season for which I yearn;

The darkness is slowly abating
With it's comradely twilight and dusk,
Withdrawing behind the spreading light
Their demeanour ever more brusque;

The air has a freshened feel
Gently touching eyes and cheeks,
The clouds have softened edges
Through which the intermittent sun peeks;

With every hour it approaches
Unshackling from bind and fetter,
A new world is on it's way
Every day it's getting better.