There’s mini daffs and little lambs
And bleating mothers yet to be
Catkins like tiny chandeliers
Hanging from a nearby tree.

And birds singing far above
As they flit from tree to tree
Telling of the father’s love
In springtime, for you and me.

‘Tis His yearly miracle
Showing the world is going on
For now the days are lighter
The winter snow has gone!

There are tiny flowers
In a deep rich blue
Lovely little white ones
Crocuses, of great beauty too.

Each spring I marvel
As creation come anew
Give God all the glory
Now winter time is through.

Elizabeth Tomlinson, Richmond