SPRING

Spring is that smell in rain-scented air

A scent of wild roses in the evening breezes

Or violets blushing with their purple love

Daffodils dancing in the wind whorls

The incredibly brilliant green in new leaves

Spring is holding hands crossing the meadow

To listen as the lark sings to his mate

Could Spring be better explained

Than in the sheer joy of a new baby’s laugh

There is also Spring in those ancient eyes

Meeting across the room just any place

Spring is love abloom anywhere you are