Todd A. Schouweiler | Contributing Writer
When the land calls for a breath of renewal,
The soft touch of spring melts away a season,
The season quite cold,
The season quite cruel,
The green reappears,
The white fades away,
The birds migrate back,
The beasts reawaken to play.
The tale I am telling has an excellent part,
The season of spring reawakens nature and the heart.