Rachel Nottelling - In Spring

New things are coming,
The air is scented sweet,
For flowers bloom, their wafting scent,
An indicator of spring and its beat.

While birds sing,
Dancing in the trees,
The sky is blue; a breeze is to blow,
The day so warm after winter’s freeze.

As the dark clouds gather,
A minor storm will come soon,
But the night was bright, a good omen,
For there was a full moon!

As the wailing gale whips its tail,
Soon the earth will smell fresh and new,
So under an umbrella we wait,
Just me and you.

This is the life and laughter of spring,
Its glorious light a freedom bell,
With birdsong and flower scents,
Spring heals the earth and makes all well.

Rachel Nottelling

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