Shoots are thrusting through the cold earth, ’Tho the wind is in the north; Look! The snowdrop, crocus, scilla Struggle, bravely, to come forth! Soon each fragile, gentle, blossom Will appear, to cheer each way, Hearts will gladden at their promise, Of clear, fresh, sunlit, springtime days!
The Promise of Spring!
Greta M. Sears