|Image: G. Brannan|
The rain falls soft upon the grass
erasing signs of winter passed,
it calls out to the barren trees
“Release your buds now, spread your leaves!”
The stage is set, the players cast
as soft rain falls upon the grass;
the robins have come out to play,
to chase their worms in light of day.
It seemed that winter wouldn’t end,
just days ago watched snow descend.
Now soft rain falls upon the grass…
—a change is in the forecast.
We hope indeed that Spring has come
to lift us from this winter slump;
as April slowly lifts her mask,
the rain falls soft upon the grass.
© Ginny Brannan 2017