Spring After Winter Poem by Terry Hoffman

Spring is the dearth of icy snow;
the time when all the flowers grow.

Spring is the warmth of sunlit days
and no more scenes of slushy grays.

Spring is branches all budding quick;
absent the sight of snowy stick.

Spring is the green grass on the ground;
no more the snow lays all around.

Spring is the cloud-filled azure skies;
no more gray clouds to blear our eyes.

Spring is the robin, bright and gay;
the blue jays all have gone away.

Spring is the cleaning we must do
after winter's done and through!