National Poetry Month

The Promise of Spring

by Me

Winds whistle and sigh

Leaves tumble and fly,

Forgotten from fall

Drifting toward the barn wall.

Though winter’s cold bite

Still lingers at night.

Horses frolic and play

Chickens gossip and lay

Green pokes through black earth

Promising spring’s rebirth.

April’s rain and sunlight

Once again win the fight.

The planting time’s soon

We’ve shed winter’s cocoon.

There’s a song in the air

All is gentle and fair.

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