~ The Poet's Place Cafe~

The first day of spring

White Icy days has gone far away
Kicked off her clothes of grey
I could feel the changes in the air
As golden bees flying here and there

Little butterflies flying to and fro
Through the marigolds of red and yellow

Mango blossoms like the crown of leaves
Spreading her fragrance with cuckoos coo
Red, blue, hot pink colors born
Ushering in a music long unheard