On this blustery day I decided to write a bit about the Spring. Personally there is a marked change in my mood and outlook whenever the season changes to Spring. The Winter serves it’s purpose, but sometimes I wish that purpose was to get over as fast as possible. I tried to not rhyme… it didn’t fully work… and I wasn’t sure exactly how to end things, so I took a more comical approach.

By: Drew Swenson

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedSpring’s breeze winds ‘round trees

And with it comes newfound peace

The days of Sun’s warm Rays return

To ease burdens beset by fallen snow

Like lion or lamb she comes

oft with great rapidity

Tempestuous, or great timidity

A time of rebirth and foliage growth

Growth of Spirit or soil-bound rose

The birdsong calls out to all whom may hear it

A dour mood, the song may cheer it.

The cycle, so it goes

Rebirth, Life, Death, and Decompose

The seasons change, and you know the rest

I’m not sure how to end this, I must confess.