Poem

THE COMING OF THE SPRING

Theres something in the air
Thats new and sweet and rare--
A sent of summer things,
A whirr as if of wings.



Theres something too thats new
In the color of the blue
Thats in the morning sky,
Before the sun is high.

And thought on plain the hill,
'Tis winter, winter still,
There's something seems to say
That winters had its day.
--Nora Perry