Springtime is a joy
It’s just like a new love blooming between a girl and a boy
Spring has seen the birth of last years pretty flowers
We know we need to dig in the garden for hours and hours
That work is worth it to get a yard that we love
Or a garden to help feed us with forbearance of bug
The warmth encases us, such a warm embrace
The sun kisses us, our legs, shoulders and face
Happiness abounds as we head out of doors
Even though it means cleaning and outside chores
There’s no snow to hinder, it’s gone till next year
The smile and sun on my face as the seasons change gear
I wrap up this poem with one final thought
There is no joy such as this that could ever be bought.
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