Spring

The cool, clean crispness in the air-

The smell of earth and wind and sky.

Of the melting snow,

And the feeling of the sun just beginning to touch the earth once more with warm rays of light…..

The timid unfurling of palest green at the tip of twig,

The dry leaves of yesteryear that rattle in wonder

And are blown away in the winds of change,

The brave sprout that unbends it’s small head above thawing soil,

The minute movements of a small, oft overlooked world

Beneath the hasty foot bound nowhere,

The soft moss creeping over gray stone and under dry twig,

The stirring of life at every corner,

And the laughing grass beginning to tinge emerald all sing in silence:

The green world awakes as the birdsong takes flight.

This feeling comes but once a year:

This freshness,

This joy.

This peace,

Today the world begins anew.