Country Spring

A country road down yonder way.
I think Springs around, its here to stay.
Have you noticed a new discovery everyday.
And how the wind makes the willow sway.
Or how the grass is greener after a rainy day.
How the red bud, isn't red,
but stands at the forest edge in all its array.
And how the dogwood dressed  all in lacey white,
with the daffodils nodding their heads very lazily as the breeze goes by.
And the foothills are kissed with a delicate green ,
letting us know Spring is here dressing the mountains before Summers here.
                                                                              an original poem by Barbara Linzey