I've never published a poem I've written, for that matter I've rarely ever let anyone read them!
Still, never mind, might as well give this a crack. The glorious day today made me want to write this. Kthxbai.
Birdsong floats on gentle breeze,
Wispy clouds take their leave;
While wintry branches grow lush with green,
Work commences for a weary bee.
Memories pass of winter's thrall,
of crisp white snow, and arctic maul;
The colour's back, and with it mirth,
The world's alive, with sublime birth.
Laying back, taking in the blue,
Leaves dance with shimmering hue;
Sunshine dances in gentle play,
Making sweet the month of May.
I hope you like...