spring in the ozarks

SPRING IN THE OZARKS

By Joan Hart

The spring equinox arrived weeks ago

And the sun began warming the earth

Alerting the trees and the shrubs to awaken

Tis the season to bring forth new birth.

The gardens spring up in rejoicing,

The lettuce and onions come through

Awaiting the gardeners first picking,

Awash in the morning’s first dew.

A profusion of blooms fills the hillside,

Reflections of the artist Monet

A mingling of colors, indescribable

In one glorious pattern arrayed.

Green is spring’s favorite color

Her palette overflows with its hues

It’s verdancy bathes every hillside

The trees overlapping in queues.

The season is pregnant with promise

Of bright summer days yet to come

With beaches and playgrounds and picnics

And games in the ball stadium

Spring doesn’t stay long in the Ozarks

Its days turn to summer too soon

So we treasure each moment and smell every lilac

As April and May turn to June.

There is nothing like spring in the Ozarks,

There’s just no better place to live

The earth has awakened with great jubilation

Her resurrection treasure to give.

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