See out of your window
the snow has melted
birds are now flying
trees have small greenery
as yellow shrubs also become green
the lawns surface from beneath
the melting snow
the sun does now seem to go slow
the nights are shorter
the sunset too late
spring is awesome
at Canada's plate
I too float about your country
mostly
as I love it
from across the American
Niagara vision
at the onset of summer needs
a broader perceptive vision
American and Canadian
You'd love it
A bucolic celebration of the ingénue season, spring is a time of renewal of fragrant and warm melodies. This poem captures the essence of that season.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can't wait for Spring 2020. But my best poetry comes in Autumn