Springtime

Finally, respite form

Bone chills and teeth rattles,

Mittens and snow battles,

Shovels and scrapes.

No longer bundled in

Parka and woolen cap,

Breaking the frigid snap.

Blessed escape.

 

Nature erupts

In its vibrant illusion,

Precious profusion

Of color and scale.

Crocus and john-o-quill,

Tulips and daffodil,

Lilacs upon the hill,

Senses assailed.

 

Morning awakens as

Sweet dewdrops glisten

And new lovers listen

For robins to sing.

Time holds no meaning

And space knows no reason

For earth wears no season

More lovely than spring.