Sonnet 87: Ode To Spring

We wander aimlessly down a country lane Springtime daffodils perfume fills the air And holding hands with my sweetheart again As a couple we make an enchanting pair. Morning skylarks sing in the sky above And happy spring lambs playing in the field Making our two hearts sing aloud with love Watching robins dance, their red breasts a shield. Spring is a season to look forward to With winters cold snowy days now long past And April rains and early morning dew, With lovers out walking finding love that last. Spring is a time for love to shine brightly New life comes forth and nature glows rightly.