Spring

Tired winter eyes look out and see
a tinge of green – trees still lean.
A patch of growth in a sunny spot
clutched together – almost a knot.
Buds on trees – tight with strain
waiting for sun, a little rain.
Daffodils blooming – yellow bright
bulbs sprouting – wanting more light.
Nature renewing – a gift to all
just a late winter wake up call.

Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter  2002 ©