Spring Is Here Poem by Kwai Chee Low

Spring, its earthy smell is everywhere.
Shouts of children, gleefully at play,
adults free from playing solitaire.

Lakes, once frozen hard is now awake,
reflecting shimmering golden light.
Streams, merrily gurgling since daybreak.

Flowers flutter in the morning breeze,
and maples flaunt their reddish mantle,
happily relieved from winter's freeze.

We frolic across meadows and vales,
and fields of fragrant early flowers,
celebrating Spring and joyful tales.