Volume III, No. 3, Spring 1976
Riding on the evening breeze,
Coming softly through the trees,
Bringing hints of days to come,
As I watch the setting sun,
Spring it is that's coming on
Laughing, singing me a song,
Colors stretching 'cross the sky
Quickly fill my wondering eye.
Even though the breeze is cool,
And snow is melting into pools,
Still, I feel it coming near,
Whispering softly in my ear.
When I hear the crickets sing
And the bullfrogs' throaty ring,
Days are warm, nights are cool
And weather fights an endless duel,
Then I know it's almost here
The time I long for all the year,
When my soul cries out to sing,
Once again it's almost spring.
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