The Sounds of Spring

By Joan Thomsen

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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.

    Illustrated by Dilleen Marsh