Spring Cliche Poem by Terry Hoffman

Spring is in the air'
That's such an old cliché,
but what else can apply
to such a lovely day?

Robins on the lawn,
pulling at their worms;
sparrow in the birdbath,
just see how she squirms.

Snowy clouds above
are wafting everywhere;
majestic eagle soars;
we'll surely stop and stare.

Branches sprouting out,
new buds are everywhere.
Hummingbird is looking
for his favorite fare.

Tulips are a-popping
up through the sun-warmed ground;
butterflies are flitting
in circles all around.

Hatchlings in a nest,
asking Mom for feed.
Stuffs it in their gullets;
just look at their bold greed.

Little fawns come out,
it's time for them to play.
If you could just still
you'd watch them all the day.

Babbling brook runs by,
its icy waters flow
over rocks and branches,
as to the sea it goes.