Stormy's Poetry Comp. March 3, 2006

As I write with my pen,
the sun shines,
tiny buds pushing
the earth away,
any poem about Spring.
A smile on my face,
Spring is near,
so near.
Nature painting its
glorious colours.
Snowdrops lifting their
heads to the sun.
Leaves unfold,triumphant
in their splendour.
Beauty in its wonder
fills me with hope.
Dawn's new yearning
as Spring casts its
dreams upon the world.

Saxonlass 2006