Spring is waking up
I know
And yet
I’m not quite
Sure
For
Sometimes
In the
Frosty-cold mornings
Winter
Sneaks back
And plays
Until
Spring runs across
The yard
And Winter
Disappears.
Spring Wakes
Where young artists paint the world with words
The international magazine of stories, poems, and art by young writers and artists. Published continuously since 1973.