Early Spring Poems
Early Spring’s Breath Upon a canvas, pale and wide,The early spring dares to confide.A brush of green on branches bare,A subtle hint of warmth in air.Crocus tips in frosty beds,Peek to sky their gentle heads.Robins trill a merry tune,Underneath the waning moon.Ice retreats with silent grace,Sunlight finds a stronger place.Each day grows with soft intent,In…