The planting season is not far away

Soon the snow will be gone

And the ground will give way.

The blubs that I planted

Will beging to sprout.

My garden will live again.

Flowers will bloom

As they have never before.

Daffodiils will come alive.

Soon many colors

Will dance in Summer's breeze

And into Autumn's freeze.

But I'll enjoy them while I can

And not rush the seasons by.

There are so few left for me to eye.