“Springtime,” Friend, Mar. 1995, 34
Springtime
A little yellow crocus
Came right up through the snow.
I think it very softly told
Old winter it must go.
For a warmer wind is blowing;
The snow is melting fast.
A rosy robin redbreast sings
That spring is here at last!
Illustrated by Shauna Mooney Kawasaki