The Spring Flowers Are Back Looking Spruce

It's late February, beneath the solid opaque ice One can barely see the mini buds coming out Like a baby yearning to exit the mother's womb. Once March arrived, that was the bomb The bulbs got bigger, that was pretty nice Some birds were eating them like sprout. There's more sun, more fun out there The gentle ladies were in a better mood Maybe their stomach was full of food And they felt as bubbly as a satisfied bear. Spring means spending more time outdoor And opening the windows and the main door To let fresh air making headway into the house While listening to the classical music of Strauss. Copyright © February 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved. Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.