Spring Fair The day was set to constant fair, As winter's cold we shivered and shared, Dissipated in the warmth of spring's gentle air. And where myriad colours pleasing abound, With ne'er a grey or miserable blackened cloud, Troubled us or were seldom found. The daffodils bowed in rippling breeze And blossoms burst on orchard trees. Spring. And for now the world was tranquil peace. _____________________________ Spring is such a beautiful time of year. An emergence of colour from the harsh greys of winter.