Springtime in the Valley

 When springtime comes a-calling

in hues of pink and green,

a scent flows through the valley

that's fresh and sweet and clean.

Each tiny leaf starts growing;

each bud bursts forth in bloom

reviving hidden treasures

that wake from winter's gloom.

 

The sights and sounds of springtime

bring back those childhood dreams

of apple blossoms waving,

of fish in mountain streams,

of children playing hopscotch,

of tulips in the breeze,

of honeybees a-buzzing

and baby birds in trees.

 

From up atop the mountain,

it's quite a splendid view;

The clouds are floating gently

and sunlight's shining through.

Rejoice for spring's sweet blessing

of hope has filled the air.

Come, greet the day with gladness;

its joy's for all to share.

Reviews

[Cassandra]

Love your springtime descriptions.. this poem felt refreshing like springtime.

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

The beauty of springtime captured so serenely and beautifully penned. Thank you for sharing. Debileah