The Glory of Spring
The Glory of Spring I opened up the door this morning and did a little jig. I smiled at the falling rain even though the drops were big. Those drops didn’t discourage me as they fell on the window pane, before the dawn of sunshine I knew there’d be some rain For now the barren gardens are floating in muddy gloom, soon they’ll house the buds from where the flowers bloom. We’ve looked forward to a grand awakening that is happily in the works, a burst of new life from where the bare tree limb lurks. The snow has all...
