The first burst of spring’s velvet sunshine
Arrives as trotting wild miniature golden horses
Coltsfeet, stamping up and out of the muddy creeks and riverbeds
Its glorious yellow dandelion face, as delightful as a daisy,
Persuading the melting snow breeze to give way
to the melodies of the chipping sparrows,
the drumming of the downy woodpeckers, and
The glorious robin’s declarative chant,
“Springs Here”!
Poem by Laura Stone