Spring

The dregs of winter die.
The illusive clouds break open.
As the sun lets in springs tide,
Shinning forth with it's warmth to send.

The glistening buttercups bloom.
The trees begin to bud,
As the spring milieu looms
Coming in as a great flood.

Hope comes forth boldly.
Frozen moments break forward.
This transition we start to see,
As it continues on ever more.

Now for the captivation.
Thoughts captured in moments untold.
Spring gives its salutations
Ready for mother nature to mold.