Search for Spring

I took a day to search for spring,
and found it through my open door.
I felt the touch of April's breath
Luring me . . . wonders to explore.

As I ventured slowly forth
A harbinger of spring I spied . . .
A robin trilled in the balmy air,
Merrily bursting with song and pride.

Farther down the garden path
Flowers peeked through thawing ground,
Raising fragile spears above the earth,
So quietly without a sound.

The magic of new blades of grass,
The green buds on leafless trees,
Had me awed in wonderment
Of springtime miracles such as these.

My search for spring was well fulfilled
as I viewed the teeming sod,
Resurging life in the new season,
With the helping hand of God.

Have you ever searched for springtime?
If you have not, you cannot know
The thrill of fresh new buds that bloom
The caressing winds that blow.

-- Ann Schneider