Winter Gives Way To Spring. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

Winter gives way to spring.
It gives way to freshly born buds.
It gives way to a fresh cool breeze.
The death of winter, the freezing cold, the blusterous winds, disappeared under the mantle of a beautiful spring day.

The birds started chirping early in the morning.
The lambs bleating on the hillside, playfully running
through the grass full of primroses and daffodils.

The darkness was gone.
Banished away till next autumn.
You could hear the joy in the air.
People chattering as they went by,
on their way to market.

Oh please let it be Spring all year round.
It is my favourite time of year.
The time of rebirth and growth.
The time of revitalisation after the stagnation of winter.
Let my dream come true.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .