At last the frost withdraws its gnarled talons.

The earth, arising, shakes off the shroud of winter

And lets out a cavernous yawn, releasing warm,

Whispering winds that nuzzle sprouts and rustle nests.

Spring is coming.

Chirping birds fat from winter hop through the seas

Of rippling grass, their tweets singing a simple melody.

Freshly fallen raindrops sparkle on trees

While rainbows streak across the crisp blue sky.

Spring is coming.

Flowers free from snow's heavy blanket unbend at the waist

And bump heads; they gossip about the newborn buds

While bees buzz and bumble around their chatter.

Colors burst like a painter's palette splattered on the ground.

Spring is coming.

As the sun beams down on me, warming inside and out,

Wisps of wind play with my hair and caress my face,

Tickling my ears with stories of wonder.

My laughter bubbles up in time with the tinkling wind chimes.

Spring is here.

Lucy Lin

Age 16, Grade 11

Emmaus High School

East Penn School District