Spring’s Gift

Spring is here once again

With all its exhilarating hues;

I feel a gentle, uplifting swell

As flagging hopes renew.

In spite of all the irksome bumps

On the wearying road of life,

Somehow, when the roses bloom,

I can deal with strife.

Though it may last but a week or so,

This welcome feeling of relief,

I’m able to shake the pall of blues

That's been such a cunning thief

Of all the ordinary joys

That the good life contains;

I can ignore today's sorrows,

So that only peace remains.

I’m always full of gratitude

When the birds begin to sing,

Ushering in the warming days

And the renewing gifts of Spring.

© 4/16/2006 Thurman P. Woodfork

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