“Tokens of Spring”

Photo by Angela Mapes Turner


The perfume of flowers
From shadowy bowers
Along the dark streets
Ends all of my yearning
For spring is returning,
While winter retreats.

A warm southern breeze
Is stirring the trees
Where white blossoms cling,
In dark wooded nooks
The cool babbling brooks
Are singing of spring.

White clouds sailing through
An ocean of blue,
Wild geese on the wing,
As robins come north,
Echoing forth
Tokens of spring.

The spring of the year
Is ushered with cheer.
When the birds start to sing,
God sends the wildflowers,
And brightens our hours
With tokens of spring.

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