Thurman P. Woodfork

SPRING’S GIFT

Spring is here once again
With all its exhilarating hues;
I feel a gentle, uplifting swell
As flagging hopes renew.

In spite of all the irksome bumps
On the wearying road of life,
Somehow, when the roses bloom,
I can deal with strife.

Though it may last but a week or so,
This welcome feeling of relief,
I’m able to shake the pall of blues
That’s been such a cunning thief

Of all the ordinary joys
That the good life contains;
I can ignore today’s sorrows,
So that only peace remains.

I’m always full of gratitude
When the birds begin to sing,
Ushering in the warming days
And the renewing gifts of Spring.