The sunny skies and nice warm days,
The pouring rains of Spring.
With gum and wattle blooms ablaze,
Of colour Spring will bring.
The cotton wool clouds floating passed,
The sea of light blue sky
Are turning darker, till at last,
These clouds will start to cry.
With thunder, lightning, pelting rain,
From day into the night.
Until the next day, when again,
The sun is shining bright.
Spring’s a season of life and birth,
You hear the sounds of birds.
It brings new life unto the Earth,
Which leaves me lost for words.
Of all the things that Spring includes,
Its joy and happiness,
Its pouring rains and bitter moods
Don’t make me like it less.
I like the time to sit and think,
The time to be with friends.
But just as into Spring I sink,
I realise that it ends.
After Winter’s freezing cold,
Before the Summer’s heat,
The Spring time is a piece of gold,
An escape retreat.

By Lloyd McLean (1993)

This poem is part of the Seasons of Emotion collection