Spring by Brian H.Gent
The month of March has come at last, The worst of Winter now has passed, But, until it’s really Spring, March will have her final fling.
Rain must fall and winds must blow Before we sharpen spade and hoe; Nature needs no hand of man To help her with her future plan.
Snowdrops bloom in wood and field, Chill winds never made them yield, Crocuses in drifts close by Turn coloured faces to the sky.
Gorse and heather on the moor, No wonder that our spirits soar, To see their colourful display Overcomes the dullest day.
Willows show a hint of green, Waters still reflect the sheen; So many signs to bring us cheer, Now that another Spring is near.
This poet also wrote my favourite garden poem My little friend, which I featured in this post.