回复: 柠檬花园温哥华分部
Spring
A sense of warmth is tapping at the door
And hope, a feeling out from distant lore
Or so it seems clears the deep refrain!
Emerging youth: a dormant lea awakes
The raging colour, ringing loud, partakes
In annual birth spring is born again!
A zest anew for nascent life
Begins in floral train:
Carriage one: a snowdropp thrill;
Carriage two: the crocus;
Number three: a daffodil dancing,
Drawing focus as she would,
Attention seeker!
How I love our spring
The bold and sleeker feel I get,
An inner glow, a ring!
I've paid the winter's chilly debt, so
Now, upon the wing!