Signs Of Spring Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

The bulbs, in the warming soil,
Are starting to push up through the ground,
The daylight is getting longer,
A couple signs,
Spring is arriving, into town.
The buds on the branches of trees,
Are starting to open, as they change to leaves, .
They grow to their full size fast,
Shading us from the sun,
Then they hang on tight, as they sway, from the breeze.
Wild onions and garlic,
Are sprouting fast, from the ground,
To tell the difference,
Break them in half,
Onions have flat smooth leaves,
Garlics are hollow and round.


The Original: Tom Maxwell © 05/03/2023 AD
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