An Old Mill Pond in Spring Ron AI
Promise of Spring
Like a breath of fresh air,
Cometh the spring.
A promise of everything,
Under its vast wing.
A chance to start over,
After all was lost.
Regrow new beginnings,
Whatever the cost.
A time when all is new,
And the world turns to green.
A time to refresh, start over,
Like mating birds on the wing.
So, get busy, and to the task,
Spring is short, will not last.
Copyright 2026 © Ronald W. Hull
4/16/26
You can read and print this poem at my website here.
Things do change and it is a time to refresh and start over. I loved reading this Ron.
Rose