Out of darkest winter

Miranda appears all pink

She sits at her spindle

And prepares to weave a dream

The first is cherry blossoms

sailing over silver moon

Green fields full of bursting tulips

red petals flying free

Tulips pop up yellow to

meet the rising sun

Shamrocks shake their shy heads

and hide themselves away

Daffodils find a cozy spot

waiting for a gentle hand

Miranda brings a basket

and gathers Nature’s plan

She returns to her spindle

and puts her thread away

She sits back with her eyes closed

and dreams away the day

Miranda set Spring in motion

and it is here to stay…