The Sounds of Spring

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    Listen! You can hear it coming,
    Floating on a southern breeze,
    Blowing kisses to the crocus,
    Showering sunshine on the trees.
    Whispering willow leaves unfold and
    Bluebells jingle in a sunny nook;
    Melting snow, late winter’s tears,
    Mingles with the laughing brook.
    Pussy willows, soft, are purring;
    Jonquils sound their golden horn.
    Far away a dove is calling
    Gentle greeting to the morn.
    Listen! A new spring is born.

    [illustration] Illustrated by Dilleen Marsh