Springtime

Love is a soft

And quiet thing;

A gift that blossoms

Often bring.

You will know it

By each pretty bloom

That flourishes

By the month of June.

There will be a flower

Especially for you,

Perhaps a rose

With drops of dew.

And by the end

Of a springtime day,

There will be another

Along your way.

Author's Note

"Springtime" is a new poem soon to be published in my book "Lavender Blue."