Flowers blooming everywhere
A sweet scent hangs in the air
The wind whistles in the peaceful trees
Clouds are tossed upon the shimmering seas
Lambs and calves are finally born
And they lie on the dew-dropped lawn
Spring is a season when the sun rises high
You take it all in and your spirits fly.
Great. I like your four seasonal poems. You could enter the Autumn one in our competition if you’d like.