Enter Springtime Someone tapped at my door today Dressed in a daffodil gown. Her shoes were vibrant, emerald green, The sun's golden glow was her crown. She held a lovely, lilac bouquet Wrapped in a blue-sapphire sky, Tied with a glistening, dew-dropped bow And the wind's soft, whispering sigh. I opened my door to let her in, Afraid she would slip away; And that's when the balmy breezes proclaimed, "Springtime is her today!" Nora M. Bozeman