Springtime In New England Poem by Maurice Harris

The pleasant, subtle sounds of Spring, awaken you;
The madrigal of birds, the unmistakeable sway of a slight zephyr,
May combine, to ensure that you are taken to
Thought of a brand-new start, as answer
To ponderance for need of a glorious renewal;
You need look no further, the change is done.
It is evidence in the resplendent vernal jewel,
As we bask in the glory that is the early morning Sun!
The splendiferous scent of fresh-cut grass, fills the air;
Long-dormant golf swings, seek slight repair;
What was once stark and white, is now lush and green;
Flowers, in a range of bloom, set the scene;
This is springtime in New England, so beautiful, so true-
That is, in my eyes anyway-how about you! ?