The Gown Of Spring

The frosted cloak of winter’s chill
Is now retreating over hill,
And through the valley and the town
Enrobed in springtime’s golden gown.


The rolling pasture once unseen
By snow is now a verdant green
With yellow flecks to make you smile
Of primrose blooms and chamomile.


And cottage gardens too delight
With sprightly sparrows taking flight
From overhanging, untrimmed thatch
And nests where eggs await to hatch.


And all around the air’s alive
With scents and insects from their hive,
That perch on flowers not their best
Still drowsy from a well earned rest.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

You really bring spring alive in this poem, not just visually but also with the scented air. Classical style, very much my cup of tea. Good expression.

Chris

[SarahK]

This makes me feel so happy! I love the imagery of my favourite season

[Adam Latham]

I'm so happy you liked it. Thank you so much. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem for Spring. Your description wonderful and true. Thank you Adam for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Adam Latham]

You're very kind, Coyote, thank you very much for the wonderful review. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Was my pleasure Adam and you are welcome.

[Gee]

My favourite time of the year. Winter on the way out, warmer days and new life on the up.
Flowed nicely Adam painting vivid images in the mind

[Adam Latham]

Thank you so much, Gee, for taking the time to comment on my poem...I'm really glad you liked it. Yes, I love Spring too but I must confess, my favourite time of the year is actually winter! :) I love the cold weather and dark nights.

[Gee]

My pleasure