Spring--By Molly Moore--United States

Spring

As the sweet, balmy breezes stroke my face

And the budding green leaves shed winter's last trace

As the crocus emerges, and the birds start to sing

My heart comes alive to the dawning of spring.

The sun rises earlier to light the day

And I find myself walking a livelier way

Hope's peeking out the cloud it was under

The stirrings of new life have earth all awonder.

I'll perhaps climb a mountain, or bound a stream

Or ride the wild horses I saw in a dream

Cartwheel through the meadow in joyful fling

I can do anything - after all, it's spring!

Molly Moore returned to Hawaii after completing her nursing education in Seattle, Washington. Perhaps her previous career as an international flight attendant is what launched Molly’s "flights of fancy" into poetry. A love of rhythm and rhyme sparks her creative side, especially while outdoors in nature.