Spring greets us in the morning
With bright sun and singing birds at 50 degrees.
It rolls into our left open doors calmly,
Then screams it’s arrival at warm noon,
Though Spring never comes too soon,
With reminders of a lost love
Or childhood games in a state far away,
Of clover and grass once again green,
Of sunburn and beaches and fish in the cooler to clean
Time outdoors, with family , with friends, and steak on the grill
Or music in the air at a festival park
While the sun changes shades many times before dark.
When the sun slowly slips away,
We are still warmed by the hum of that day.
pamelascanepa 