I Love the Changing of the Seasons

The beginning of spring .

Ominous clusters of dark threatening clouds
dulling the morning sky , leaden and grey .
Ghostly trees frame the cold distant horizon.
Standing upright, branches pointing the way
for nesting birds , searching for much needed shelter
from large droplets of rain ,falling down from the sky
forming circular patterns in watery puddles
swirling around with the wind blowing strong from up high .
Desperate spring flowers, bowing, shaken and bruised,
hoping for sunshine to help them survive.
The start of the month,beginning quite harshly ,
leads to nature so wonderful, everything breaths fresh life .