Birdcalls break morning silence.
Purple, yellow, green, replace brown,
as earthy scents defrost.
Ferns uncoil and warmer breezes caress.
Trees sway in jubilation.
—Deb Johnston
Spring Unfurls
Published by dh-johnston.com
I am a former educator, writing in central Wisconsin. When not writing or encouraging students to write, I enjoy lighthouses on the Great Lakes, family campouts, and walking our dog. I am a member of SCBWI. I have a masters degree in education and have been published in The Mailbox MagazineThe Education Center®, The Mailbox®,The Idea Magazine for Teachers®. View more posts
Deb Johnston 
I love this poem. Perhaps the long yearning we have for spring makes it all the sweeter when we finally get a few glimmers of hope.
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